I'm finding life a little hard.

I woke up this morning with a sore, sore throat. Normally, a sore throat wouldn't get me down. But it is a sore throat on a looong string of other random sicknesses and discomforts starting from our Chinese New Years vacation. We had the food poisoning, then we both sunburnt really badly, the bug bites that had me in the scratching  pain/ecstacy cycle. Then I had the cold that turned into bronchitis and now I have this sore throat. And I'm sitting here wondering what this sore throat represents. Another 2 weeks of being ill? Is our new house somehow one of those toxic houses that make it's inhabitants ill? And in my crazier, more panicked moments I worry that I'm going to end up with something really serious. Swine flu?

And it isn't just me. Dave is sick too. He never gets sick! He's had pink eye and now a rotten cold that has lasted a week. It is hard work to take care of each other when you're both sick.

And I kinda feel like I've reached the end of my sickness rope. I'm tired and upset and I'm not sure how much more I can take.

I'm sure this is a teeny blip on a life well lived, but while I'm here, it is really hard to see the good things.