sick days

So I've been flat on my back the past couple of days. 

And last Wednesday as well.

The funny thing is that I felt pretty great in between.

"And why the cactus," you ask?

Good question. 

Was that correctly punctuated?

Or is it: "And why the cactus?", you ask.

No, that doesn't look right.

My husband was adamant about getting me to the doctor yesterday,

even though I was quite sure I'd recover on my own.

I'm glad I went, though, because even with the Z-pack I'm having a 

hard time moving today. Very achy. I intend to be well tomorrow,

so if we have plans, don't assume they're canceled!

Oh -- another thing. While I've been lying here thinking about the 

past and my many plans for the future, I have decided to start 

sketching again. I'm not sure why I stopped. I think I started thinking

too much. I wanted to create something more symbolically meaningful.

But now I'm not creating anything at all. 

So back to the drawing board, as they say.

Back to the drawing board.