Sinus infection. Day 6. Incomplete thoughts. Lots of wall staring, and, look, there’s an Amazon box in the corner. Ohmygod, I just figured out the Amazon logo. Just now. The A is pointing to the Z. A-Z. I can’t believe I just noticed that. I am an idiot.

I managed to hang in there for Scarlett’s 6th birthday last week, and then. The sore throat, the stuffy head, my body just let go. I estimate that I get sick like this once a month now. My immune system cracking like an eggshell, exposing my many vulnerabilities. If it turns out that I’m made of nothing but oozing egg yolk, then the only thing to do is chug bright orange DayQuil, with its poisoned candy taste.

Perhaps I’m being a tad dramatic about this.

For days, I’ve been trying to ignore my symptoms, thinking maybe I can will this infection away. Start small, and then use my evasion superpowers against the ALS. Alas, that’s harder to ignore. There have been lots of ALS meetings lately. An ALS TDI Ambassadors call, an Every 90 Minutes advisory board meeting, an ALSA advisory panel call. Everyone is busy, lots going on. Lalala. Still no cure.

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