Sometimes breathing is just really nice
That's it. That's the insight.
Good morning,
Things that have been unpleasant this week:
I got sick, again, just before my paperback was due to come out. I caught a cold, and it turned into a chest infection, and then my lungs lost all sense of perspective. That’s the best way I can describe it. The infection has gone, but I’m still finding it quite hard to breathe a lot of the time.
I get sick a lot. This often feels like a character flaw, but it is actually just how my body has always worked. I don’t have a spectacular immune system. That’s an understatement. Everything I catch turns into an infection. It’s tedious and inconvenient, but it also is.
Being autistic probably has a bearing on this. For a start, I have several of the co-morbid conditions that come with autism. I hate that term, co-morbid; co-morbid is what I did with my friends as a teenage goth (still got it). But anyway, I am not in perfect health, but it’s also not terrible.
