I’ll try not to be egotistical enough to think you’re actually wondering where Smrt Mama might be and why I haven’t posted anything new lately. I’m slowly recovering from a bad case of pneumonia, which I developed over the previous weekend after a bout with the flu. Hooray for secondary infections! Luckily, I didn’t die, though I certainly considered it at one point, when I was lying on my brother’s tiled bathroom floor, after having coughed until I puked, hallucinating that I was in a walrus cage being tied up in black tethers in hooks by a team of men in SWAT gear. It was a new low.
We’re taking the week off from school, because I’m not fit to teach a school of fish right now. Hopefully, I’ll be back in the saddle in no time, or that what my giant designer antibiotics and awesome codeine cough syrup promise me. Blanche DuBois may have depended upon the kindness of strangers, but I depend on the kindness of my family (who have cared for my kids while I recover) and the tolerance of my loyal readers (have y’all considered therapy? Because really, you have to be crazy to still be hanging in here with me!).
