No, I am not crying from sadness.
I have decided there is some plant growing in the complex that I am allergic to.
And this is allergy season.
I am sure all the builders think I am the saddest old lady around.
I walk around, clutching a wad of toilet paper, and wiping the tears off my cheeks.
They probably think Mex is beating me up.
As if he would dare.
I received a lovely letter from my granddaughter today.
Telling me I am the best Granny.
The fact that I am her ONLY Granny probably helps.
I seem to be surrounded by sick people lately.
Our quality manager at work had to have some skin cancer on his face removed.
Then they found out he has a thyroid problem,
My mate at work is also not doing too well.
Fortunately, nothing contagious.
My cousin went into hospital for heart bypass and ended up in ICU with other complications.
I was supposed to go and visit him on Sunday but I lay down for a nap.
A nap that ended in a three hour sleep.
And I missed visiting hour.
And felt very guilty.
AND Mary-Lou is back in ICU with a lung infection.
My poor friend has been through hell and back.
I am so worried about her.
I guess, putting things into perspective, an allergy is a walk in the park.