Wrangler Dani

Writer, editor, wife, adoptive mama and cowgirl living in beautiful Central Oregon.

Ennnnnhhhhh…

I’m sick. Full-on no voice, can’t breathe, awesome cough that makes people turn and look with either sympathy or disgust: S-I-C-K. I looked back at the last time I was this under-the-weather (October 5th, 2007, if you’d like to know,) and my complaints are about the same.

I don’t understand sick days, (hence why I’m moaning in discomfort and forcing myself to work,) I sound like a depressed bullfrog, and I would very much like some graham crackers.

On a happier note, I’m thankful for a great man who takes good care of me, (he went to the grocery store twice last night for tea, honey, Advil, and other sicky-feel-better things,) yummy juice and (hopefully) a nap soon.

Oh, and have I mentioned that I bought a kayak? Because the thrill of boat-ownership hasn’t really worn off. Even when I’m sick.

4 comments found

  1. I’ve found that the best cure for what ails you is using a new piece of gear (looking at it can do in a pinch). in your case, that would be a golden papaya kayak with turbo fins.
    (If the new gear doesn’t work try Oliver’s All-Liver Supplements).

  2. I’m sorry you’re sick, lovely Dani. Wish I could bring you some chicken soup. Here’s an Oxford hug. And many congratulations on the kayak!

  3. I’m so sorry you’r sick 🙁 Drink lots of fluids and sleep, sleep, sleep. If I had a magic wand I’d wave it and make you all better.

    Love ya!

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