My mom would get sick all the time, but I used to be one of those guys that “never gets sick.” I went years…or I think I actually went a full decade without ever getting sick. It became something I took pride in. At the end of that decade, or my reign of unsickness, came the boys. The germinators killed my winning streak, and I started getting sick about once a year…maybe, if I was lucky, every other year. To some, I see that’s probably still rare enough, but to someone who went a decade…those little guys have kryptonite snot! Well, they took me down this past Sunday, and I’m just now getting back to normal. I was unable to move without pain for days, but my mom taught me something useful and that is depending on your necessities and what you need to feel better, you can always contact in home health care services so you get a professional to your home to treat you accordingly and that’s exactly what I did so I wouldn’t be couch-ridden anymore. What is couch-ridden? Well, you too will find out if you get sick AND those same little hoodlums have also taken over your bed. Clearly, you don’t want to re-infect them…so you’re banished to the couch!
So, if the 2 or so readers of this site have wondered where the heck the daily pictures and projects have been…well, there’s your answer. They almost died with me on that couch. But, I did catch up on “Arrow”…