My brother and his wife left on Saturday. It's always bittersweet when he leaves. One minute they are getting on your nerves, and costing you a whole lotta money to entertain, and then before you know it, it's time for them to go, and you are suddenly overcome with pity and sadness that they have to go back to their lacklustre lives and you have to continue with yours like it never happened, like their visit never even happened. That's the only way to continue without having to break down each time he leaves. So it was bittersweet. Spent a total of 30 minutes with him at the airport and that was it. Sad it was.
Apart from that my weekend was not monumental. I was getting over the flu so I had a little relapse on Friday that called for a visit to the pharmacy to get some more cough medicine. And now I am at work, groggy from the cough medication. My illnesses never last a couple of days or just a week. They move on to other things, from a cold to a cough to chest congestion, to ear and throat congestion, etc. They just linger until they cost me so much money. And I can never pinpoint how they started in the first place.
By this time last week, my brother was home with me trying to help me recover from the first signs of my flu. Bittersweet, isn't it? You just have to move on until another year rolls around.
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