Back from the Dead

I'm back in Encinitas. I got sick last wednesday and ended up in the ER on Saturday. I was sooooooooooo sick. I finally figured out that it was something called the "Coxsackie" virus. I had huge red bumbs that are now bruises all over and a fever, joint pain, and headache. And like 30 sores in my mouth. There were several times I couldn't even walk, my body was rebelling. I haven't been that sick or in so much pain since having Malaria in Africa. It was THAT BAD. I am a wreck, but am now able to walk, actually did some yoga this morning though the attempt was pretty poor. Oh well, time to heal and taking it easy is the recipe.

I am homeless, doesn't look that like that situation is going to change anytime soon either. No where that is accepting dogs, nor where we can afford to live. B doesn't seem to be in any big hurry either. Yeah, life in the van. Oh well, it could be worse, I could be sick again. Nothing was worse than that.

It is good to be home. Well, no home, but you know what I mean. I am playing catch up with my school work and am currently procrastinating. I need to get some stuff done now actually, but i need food so it is going to have to wait a little while longer!