Realized last night that I never shared the agony of a hotel room bed bug infestation with you. AGONY, it is quite horrifying to know in the back of your mind that the itchiness you feel was caused by parasitic vermin that had been snacking on you while you slept. While it is reassuring that the dozens of pathogens beg bugs harbor are not typically tranmitted to humans it doesn't make you wish for skin transplants any less. Also, these freaking marks will not go away!!
One of my new town friends commented on feeling unnattractive the other day and in a not very sensitive or politically correct way, I reminded her that since the end of September I had been hospitalized, undergone surgery, gained 30 pounds, covered in repulsive bed bug bites and am now bed ridden with the flu from which my lingering symptoms are coughing so hard I wretch and wet my pants and on and off bouts of excessive sweating. I'm pretty sure this qualifies me for early admissions to the old folks home.
I'm dreaming about getting myself in shape again. The thing I'm stuck on is that I don't want to be dependent on a trainer. I'll have to think that one through some more. Not sure what I'm being all weird about a trainer for.
Right now I'll settle for sleeping through the night without caughing so hard my eyes bulge and I have to cross my legs or sweating through my night shirt. Flu sucks.
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