It's a Good Thing Eric's Sick, Too

I am at home. On a Friday. I was also home yesterday. I am sick. I have a sore throat. My sinuses hurt. I have a fever. Sounds like a cold, right?

In fact, my logical brain KNOWS that I have a cold.

Kile is also home for day 2 with a fever and sore throat.

Eric is home with a fever.

Logic dictates, overwhelmingly, in fact, that this is a cold.

Cancer-brain moron that I am wonders if we all have some weird blood disease that came from my cancer and not only infected me, but found a way to leap out of my body and settle in the bodies of my husband and son (Cavanaugh has been sent to Grammie's under quarantine).

This is the way my brain works now. Any time I have a bump, a bruise, a sore throat, a displaced rib, a twisted ankle, whatever... my brain works out how, logically, this said malady could be a recurrence of the cancer. If you know me, you know I'm a relatively smart girl, so my brain works really well. Therefore, it puts up some pretty convincing arguments backing up my varied "ohmygoditsback" theories. Highly annoying.

Usually it takes Eric shooting me a glare and my dumb brain knocks it off, or at least it stops verbalizing. After a few more whithering looks, it gets the idea and slinks off into normal body functioning again... until the next time. Super, hugely annoying.

I definitely spent a panicked 10 minutes examining a bruise on my arm yesterday (ok, it's on the left, that's the same side, it traveled just a little ways, it's a little red, too, yadda yadda) until I put my sweatshirt back on and saw a hole in the sleeve in the same place on my arm and remembered I'd caught both sleeve and arm on a hook earlier in the day. Moron. Ten minutes I can't get back. Ha. And even though I'm currently typing what an idiot I am, I definitely just took my hands off the keys to DOUBLE CHECK the bruise on my arm, which, shockingly enough, is smaller than it was yesterday. But I had to check...

I'm all for a cure for cancer, God knows. But if someone could figure out a way to fix this cancer survivor brain of mine, let me know!

For today, I know I'm fine. Since Eric is also home sick he will be pressed into service to remind me that this is, after all, just a cold.

I think.

Carpe diem. -- Trela