Sick

When I last wrote a post on this blog (which I sent via text message and thought I was pretty clever), I was sick.

It was the first day that I was sick. I got something weird from working Comic-Con, an assignment that involved me tracking down a stabber and then photographing him. For that, I got my first photo credit.

But I have also been sick since.

I've been on antibiotics, steroids, rest and work. Nothing seems to be working.

So when we do something like get Ella a new bed, or take a family trip to Coronado on the ferry or go watch Ramona and Beezus after school one day, I'm too wiped to talk about it after the fact.

I'm off to the doctor. Hopefully we'll get my breathing issues back on track in time for Mexican vacation next week! Woooo!