Maybe the old dog (see Small Victories) just knew I was going to need a friend.
My good medical report last week notwithstanding, I got pretty sick on Tuesday with what was diagnosed as a mild case of Diverticulitis. “Mild”, in this usage, apparently means “not so bad that we have to cut you open,” because the pain was anything but mild in my estimation. Some gonzo antibiotics are trying to help my body fight back, but they also make me tired and cranky.
To add insult to my injury, word came on Friday afternoon that the job I interviewed for last week was going to another candidate. “But you were right up there,” she said - trying, I’m sure, but failing to take the edge off of the disappointment. Actually, I’m not all that bummed about this particular job, but having something is becoming more and more important.
So, the little things are getting me down this week. I’m hopeful I can shake this off and move forward again soon.
