Tuesday, September 22, 2015


So I got really sick this month. And I'm one of those annoying people who rarely get sick. The flu went through our house two or three times last year and it skipped me every time. Yet on Friday, September 4th, I came home from work with a fever of 103. Other than feeling hot (not the good kind of hot) and delirious, I had no other symptoms of being sick, so I spent the next five days in denial. But I finally went to Urgent Care that following Tuesday, only because by this point I was thinking, "Crap, I've gotta be frying brain cells by now." It turned out I had a urinary tract infection. Okay, no big deal. They started me on antibiotics. Another four days later, my fever was still 103, and I was now coughing up a lung. I went back to the doctors, they did x-rays, and it turned out I had bronchitis and pneumonia in my right lung.

What the hell? I'm as healthy as a horse (I don't really get that idiom), yet out of nowhere I get slammed with a UTI, bronchitis, and pneumonia. All AT THE SAME TIME. It was horrible. And I'm pretty sure with all this sustained fever I burned off a few IQ points. If this blog post seems choppy and boring, it's because I'm actually stupider now you guys. 

So that's my lamenting. I'm on the upswing now. I can't wait to be 100% me again (minus a few brain cells).

I ran a Chasing Echoes booth at our local Hesperia Tumbleweed Days this weekend. My entire family hung out with me all day, helping me with my booth and giving me emotional support. Shannon was amazing. I think she single-handedly sold 80% of my books. My mom was pretty awesome too, pulling people in to watch the trailer. How am I this blessed? Anyway, here are a few pictures:

It was a great day (though by the end of the day I was wiped out), and Tumbleweed Lakes is such a wonderful place to run a booth. There are so many trees that even at 95 degrees it never felt too hot. At least, not the kind of hot where you're seeing mirages out in the desert and stuff. Unlike my damn fever, where I was hallucinating that Voldemort from Harry Potter was trying to eat me in my sleep.

Okay, I'll stop.