Back in Action

The last couple months have not been the best time. I've had more problems with asthma and allergies than I care to dwell on, and just after I finished on the treadmill Monday night, I felt the ache of the flu settling into my bones. By the time I crawled into bed, I had a fever of 99.6 and Tuesday morning kicked me out of bed with a massive heaviness in my lungs that could only be pneumonia. Unable to get into the doctor until Wednesday afternoon, I burned in bed for two days.

The doctor was pretty sure that it was this nasty flu that's been going around, which with asthma and allergies on top, would just feel like living hell. He was right. I'm still standing by as my lungs recover that heavy dread, the ache in my back still shifting and sharp from time to time.

The good news is, fevered dreams are great fodder for science and horror fiction. I had some fantastically frightening dreams while my fever spiked into the 102-103 range. Crazy cylon storm trooper hybrid dreams, and liquid devils lurking inside sink drains. At one point I actually dreamed that I was living inside a skull. It was crazy.

Last night was the first night I actually felt human enough to start writing. Between then and this evening, I managed to finish another chapter in my current project. It felt good.

I will catch up with everyone's blogs and tags this weekend. I missed you all.