I’m seriously ill again with that effing recurring kidney infection. We can’t figure out why the Rocephin didn’t knock it out last month. I felt GREAT in the intervening weeks and then, BAM. Happy fourth of July.
I’m going to have to name it soon. “Infection” seems so impersonal, and “Pyelonephritis” seems too imperial. What shall we call it, campers? Because now it’s personal.
Until further notice I am going to be fairly…lax about answering email. Just not gonna do it unless you’re my editor or mom or someone with a spare cookie gram. So please, please do not ask me to review anything for at least ten days. Or ever. That will work for me too, since I don’t do reviews or work for free.
But! If you’re serious about working together, I have plenty of Vicodin and can shovel some down and perk up plenty, just for you!