Eight days of nosebleeds, blood clots in the phlegm, fever, laryngitis, no voice for five days, difficulty swallowing saliva, coughing all night, dry cough in the morning, bone aches, no appetite, no desire to move, no interest in anything…

And the diagnosis?

Just a common flu.

¿Una gripita?

“Estoy con gripa… ay, me mueroooooo.”

And I used to look at people like, Really? Why do you exaggerate so much? A cold lasts two days. Get up! Keep moving! Exercise! Life is beautiful!

Well…

Mírame ahora.

Is this karma? Am I finally paying for the arrogance of believing I was somehow immune?

Maybe this is how the rest of the mortals feel.

So, querida:

Bájate del pedestal de los semidioses.

Benvenuti tutti all’inferno.

Now I understand the “ay, pobrecita.”
Now I understand the complaining.
Now I understand wanting to lie down and do absolutely nothing.

And most importantly…

I understand that sometimes you don’t choose the drama.
The drama chooses you. 😂… Read More My voice is back!