I could kick myself.
Truly.
I added days, DAYS I’M TELLIN’ YA, to my illness, simply because I had not stocked up on the right medicine.
I told myself to reorder things. I got busy. Was too busy doing thangs. Smh.
Sure enough, illness knocked, kicked me in the face, and perused the near empty medicine cabinet.
I had just enough to be dangerous. Nothing that would clear up the cough, the congestion and barely touched on the fever. When I looked at the cost of what was needed, I balked. Dummy me.
It only took two extra days of flames erasing my brain for me to holler uncle, aunt and all other entities as I ordered meds suitable for dealing with congestion and cough.
Who knew?! Relief soon followed. Yes, I still feel like paint scrapings. But, I am on the mend. For those wondering how the world I know what paint scrapings feel like, just trust your sis.
I know there is some inspiration in here, somewhere, but I am honestly too tired of coughing to remember.
Someone well please pass out some wonderful pearls of wisdom for us all, okay?
In the meantime, have a wonderful day. This day is as YOU make it. What are you turning your day into?
asking for A Friend,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note:
One step.
One step.
One step.
You are loved.
You are NOT alone.
Keep on being…YOU!
- COME SIT AT MY TABLE 🪑❤️🩹
- BELOVEDS, YOU CAN HAVE MY FLOWERS. I DON’T NEED THEM ANYMORE.
- Forgive them, Cassandra, God said to me
- Still In Love
- REAL TALK: DESPISE NOT SMALL BEGINNINGS, BELOVEDS.👘🦺🥾👟🥿👞🩴👢🩰👡⛑️🔌🕯️🔎🖌️🖋️📢
Why Can't I Be Loud?! 