By Cheryl Brooks
I've gotten a little bit of rest this spring and summer. Unfortunately, most of it was sort of forced on me. Read on and you'll see what I mean.
Starting in April, I went to the RT Booklovers Convention. Needless to say, I had a lovely time at that event...
...but arrived home with lots of swag and a sinus infection. I finally went to the walk-in clinic the following Friday after taking my cat in for her shots.The NP there asked if I'd ever had pneumonia before, (I hadn't) gave me a shot of Rocephin and prescriptions for Augmentin and an albuterol inhaler, and told me to take Claritin. Apparently, I was sicker than I thought.
Feeling slightly better, I went to the Indiana RWA chapter's mini conference the next day. Our speaker was Bob Mayer. Great workshop, but I went home and basically died for the next three days.
I spent the following weekend with my sisters in Kentucky. We drove up to Louisville and visited Farmington,
and the JB Speed Art Museum. I came home with a stomach virus. Are you seeing a pattern here?
Two weeks later, I went to Ireland for a week, arriving on Mother's Day.
We had a wonderful time, but I was home for about three days when I came down with another cold/sinus infection. I knew I shouldn't have kissed that blasted Blarney Stone!
I went back to the clinic and got antibiotics again, but I was still coughing my head off when I went to the Lori Foster Reader and Author Get Together the first weekend in June. We had a great time in Cincinnati, and I wasn't nearly as sick as I'd been when I attended that same event the year before, which was some consolation.
Then, on June 16th, my younger sister and I went to visit friends and family in Louisville. Bonnie said she'd just gotten over some sort of illness that began with a sore throat, but wasn't strep. Three days later, my throat was hurting, so I took some Ibuprofen. Then I started running a fever and went back to the clinic. Considering my diagnosis, I think Bonnie must've had strep throat after all, because I'm pretty sure that's where I caught it.
Somewhere along the way this spring, I've managed to finish the rewrite of the first book in a series that I plan to self-publish, completed the revisions to CSC #9: Wildcat, finished one erotic novella for Siren and started another. I've also been trying to keep my flowers and vegetables alive despite a severe drought. This photo was taken right after we returned from Ireland. They're still alive, but they don't look quite so nice and neither does anything else.
A couple of days ago, I took time out to sit down and watch Russell Crowe in A Good Year. All it did was make me want to go to France--either that or turn my pasture into a vineyard.
Winter is actually a more relaxing time of year for me. I'm rarely sick (believe it or not), and all I really have to do is keep the fire going in the woodstove. Even so, I probably won't get any real rest until January, or perhaps March since Wildcat's release is in February.
I am reasonably healthy at the moment. Apparently if I want to stay that way, I can never leave home again. Unfortunately, summer isn't over yet, and I'll be heading to Anaheim for the RWA Nationals on July 24th.
Something tells me it's going to cost me another trip to the clinic. :(