I think I could get well again if children believed in Fairy's
Last week at work I started coughing up internal organs again. Uh oh. I thought. This wasn’t the lingering bronchitis cough I’ve had for the last couple weeks while trying to get over bronchitis. No. This was a whole new assault of bronchitis. I felt terrible. The earliest my doctor could get me in was Monday.

“You don’t have pneumonia, yet.” My doctor informed me on Monday.

“You have bronchitis again.” He continued.

“I’m going to give you a shot of cortisone and give you some other meds.” He informed me while writing in my file.

A shot how fun!

I called ‘M’ my trainer at physical therapy after leaving the doctor’s office to tell him I was sick again.

“What!” ‘M’ shouted into the phone at me.

“What do you mean what?” I said smiling because I only call ‘M’ when I’m not able to make my physical therapy appointment and I’ve missed a few since I’ve been sick.

“What have you got now?” He asked.

“Bronchitis again but at least I don’t have pneumonia yet.” I explained.

“You need rest and lots of fluids!” He lectured.

“No exercise this week, we’ll see how you feel next week. And get some rest!” ‘M’ scolded.

Thank goodness. I thought.

“Ok.” I replied, relieved that I would not have to exert what little energy I had left in physical therapy.


Later that night I was feeling the affects of the cortisone and working on some papers when I received a text message from an old friend.

“I’m upset with you.” The message said.

“Why?” I asked.

I couldn’t imagine what I had done.

“I have been reading your blogs… there’s not a thing about me on them!”

I started laughing…

This was something new... was I delirious from the cortisone or was it Sticker Voodoo? I wondered.


Wednesday at work I spoke with one of the girls at our corporate accountants office.

“How are you?” I asked her before asking the question I called for.

“I feel better now that January is over. January is murder.” She explained.

I understood exactly what she meant. I had been extremely busy the entire month of January myself. It hadn’t been convenient for me to be sick. It never is it seems. Tuesday and Wednesday I had coughed my way through long days of invoicing, payroll, quarterly tax returns, and annual FUTA and EDD reconciliation returns, and W-2's and 1099's. By the end of it I was exhausted. My lungs were so inflamed it hurt every time I took a breath and even worse when I coughed.

If I can just hang on until the end of the day… I thought.

After all the year-end tax stuff of January was over I could go home and rest for two days. Two whole days with no stressful work. Two whole days that I could sleep in. Two whole days where I could catch up on some writing, some laundry, and some website/blog template tweaking I needed to do. Two whole days that I could spend watching movies and decompressing. I had even bought a few new movies at Walmart Tuesday night in anticipation of these two whole days.


Today, I wrote an email to Mel of New Leaves in March apologizing for missing the Near Miss Mallet show. I explained that I was sick again. She wrote me back saying she understood. Thank goodness Mike Generic of B.U.M.S. was there and wrote a nice piece about Near Miss Mallet’s show that made me want to hear them play even more. Mel also wrote:

“So does that mean you’ll be laying on the couch watching Johnny Depp movies all weekend?”

I felt like a child caught with my hand in the cookie jar. How did she know that? I wondered. I was in fact watching a Johnny Depp movie when I received her email.


I was watching Finding Neverland again today. Watching while I wrote, when suddenly I heard the actress who plays Peter Pan say this line:

“I think I could get well again if children believed in Fairy’s.”

She was talking to the audience about Tinkerbell and I thought: That’s how I feel. I could get well again if children believed in Fairy’s.

Do children believe in Fairy’s these days? Will the thunder of an audience clapping because they believe in Fairy’s be heard any time soon so I can get well? Oh how I hope that children still believe in Fairy’s… for I have never been sick this long in my life before.  posted by Matildakay at 10:46 PM