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I know. I haven't posted in a while. I have been laid low by a bad case of bronchitis. I haven't been this sick in several years. I got sick Tuesday night and have spent much of the week huddled under my mother's old fur coats. Yes, in my overheated Manhattan apartment.

For several days in a row I dressed like most of America, that is in my pajamas, wearing workout pants and a tank top and a sweater. It made me feel lazy wearing pajamas all day long.

I finished the three day course of antibiotics yesterday. I'm still left with a cough which is especially bad when I lie down. I have those awful spasms of coughing. I may have cracked one of my ribs.

So this is the longest I have gone without sewing  in 16 years ( when I was confined to bed for 5 months of my pregnancy with my youngest). This is the longest I have gone without working out in years.

I guess the only good news to come out of this is that I have lost weight because I don't particularly feel like eating. Yes, I'm drinking lots of tea.

Oh, and my broken computer??? still broken. 

Comments

  1. AnonymousMarch 15, 2012 at 12:01 PM

    oh, Sarah, I am sorry for you feeling so poorly.
    Great big hugs. I hope you get enough brain back to at least be able to look at a sewing book.
    all the best,
    Sandy

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  2. MAMMarch 15, 2012 at 12:48 PM

    Oh my, what a miserable week! Sure hope you are feeling better soon. I have had that nasty stuff twice in my life - had a choice between breathing or talking - couldn't do both. Take it easy - recovering takes a little longer than it used to. A nap a day is prescribed!
    Martha Ann

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  3. MargieMarch 16, 2012 at 7:56 AM

    I have missed you and hope youare getting back your strength a bit every day- frustrating isn't it? Go stroke some of your lovely fabrics daily and get some sunshine!

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