It's been about five years since I've been sick like this. During that time, most of the stuff that runs through the house strikes me a glancing blow. I'll lose a little energy, maybe have a bit of a runny nose or sore throat (yeah, you probably didn't really need the runny nose part, did you?). At its worst, I take a nap or go to bed early, and largely keep on keeping on, as they say. But this? Not so much. Aside from the internal pressure that's been threatening to blow off the front of my skull all week, I've felt like someone decided to use my throat as a scabbard for a full set of Ginsu knives.
I thought I turned the corner yesterday. Although my throat was on fire most of the day, I actually had some energy, was able to comment intelligently (I think) on a couple of blogs and AW threads. I've also been able to get some revision work in on BARTON'S WOMEN, though not as much or as fast as I'd like. I suppose the good thing is my current condition didn't bleed into the work. I didn't have a rash of severe head colds running through my novel. Has that ever happened to you? Have you ever had your characters suddenly suffer with whatever malady was ailing you while you were writing?
Thanks for stopping by, as always, and I hope to be able to me more coherent next week. Have a nice weekend!