A chant for my health

Four hours from now, me and Spencer T. Dawg will be on our own for the next five days. Initially, I planned to go to Springfield to see friends and family but the mono is taking everything out of me. I'm sure that I could just crash at my folks house, do my taxes, sleep, and eat, but that's not much fun and I think the cigarettes (my folks smoke) would add nausea to my problems. I'm having a hard enough time with my appetite, so as much as I love my parents, I'll pass on this round.

All of this really sucks though. I've planned to go to Springfield for the past couple of weekends, but plans have been canceled, either because of sickness or scheduling / timing conflicts with the friends and family I want to see most. As a planner, all of this is messing with me BECAUSE I PLAN to do things. When plans fall apart, it can be disappointing. My point with all of this is that I miss all of them terribly and though we talk on the phone and text, it's not the same. Pretty simple really.

Let's hope that waves of good health (and a healthy house - that's another story) karma come my way.