Sometimes our Glitchersons thing is about…to borrow a term…Mundane mishaps. We have not been having a great start to this year. Soon after Christmas, Piers got sick. At first it seemed like a mild cold. Or whatever. It didn’t really seem like Covid. We’d neglected to send off for more tests, and by the time we got some from Amazon , the time for testing was past. I of course got sick too.
Piers, as usual, though he was really sick for a while bounced out of it and was good as new before long. I did not bounce. Unless you consider that what I did was bounce right onto bronchitis. Oh, man, that was miserable. It lasted for weeks on end. I used to get it yearly when I was a kid, but it had been decades since I’d had it and years since I’d been very sick, except for covid twice.
When I was a child my parents would keep me home sick for as long as they could without skating close to truancy. Once I started coughing I didn’t stop for half of forever. I can remember my mom taking me to the bathroom, putting the lid down on the toilet, running the tub nearly full of hot water, and holding me on her lap to breathe in the steam which somewhat eased the coughing. We don’t have a tub here, so that fix was out for.me now.. So I coughed. And coughed. And….
I do a lot of research and tend to take care of myself. I knew antibiotics don’t work with viruses, which was backed up by my visits to Google. I drank as much fluid as I could. Rested. And coughed. And coughed. And…
When I finally stopped, it was as if the world suddenly changed, which it did. Silence settled over our home. The peace was bliss. Oddly. Piers slept through it mostly. I would have hated to keep him awake, but he’s very lucky to pretty much be able to sleep at will. He took such good care of me, bringing me food and drinks, so we could have bed picnics together, doing chores for and with me, loving and supporting me through the ordeal.
He still does all that, because I’m still not fully recovered. More Googling has me convinced I have post viral fatigue, a condition similar to Long Covid, on top of actual Long Covid. I’ve been doing the invalid routine still, while I rest and rest and rest, and slowly recover from one of theworst illnesses I’ve had in ages.
I’m so glad Piers’ didn’t go into bronchitis. Hell turn 90 in August. Though he seems so much young. The older he gets the less sick he needs to stay, so we got lucky. He’s pretty amazing. Every day, while he was so sick, he kept working on Xanth #50. He’s pulling out all the stops to make this one even more fun and special than usual. It will be quite a ride.
I’ve only just recently started feeling human enough to start writing again. I’m working on my part of a new collaborative dark fantasy story with Piers. I’m so glad I’ve taught myself to write on my phone. I love writing on the couch, where I can turn to look at the Pacific out the wall of glass with the sliding glass door that leads to the balcony, and always in earshot of the whooshing waves. It doesn’t get any better than that. Though Piers might disagree, as he writes perched at his desk by a window where he can gaze out over our beautiful neighborhood, seeing bustling traffic, beautiful flowers in season, many palm trees, and very distant snow capped mountains. Different writers are inspired by different environments. Of course.
Thrown into the middle of all this was a 4.6 earthquake several weeks ago that we drastically felt. The floor seemed to undulate at first. Then we felt the building sway! That was very freaky. No harm, no danger, though. Just a bit more excitement than we might wish for.
I know some of you come here to try to see why there haven’t been any HiPiers Newsletters in so long. We’ve had everything from technical difficulties (AKA glitches), to being super busy, to just general Glitchersonsiness. A very late one is in our tech guy’s hands now and will hopefully be up soon. We apologize for the extended delays. I intend to learn how to successfully post them myself, which should expedite matters somewhat. I need to get more of my strength and stamina back before I tackle that, though.
Please bear with us, and know that Piers’ is fine and enjoying our still new to us adventure. He exercises regularly, including working out every day with 20 pound dumb bells, and most importantly to him and all of his readers he does his favorite thing…write his wonderful books and stories. (I was his fan too, long before I was his wife!)