May 2026 Recap
I am tired of being sick
As I write this on Sunday evening, I am on day four of an antibiotic because I have no idea what I’m sick with this time (it’s not the flu again, thank goodness). But this is the second time this year that I’ve been so sick, my body cannot seem to shake whatever it is I have and I’ve had to go to the doctor.
Except this time, it was a telemedicine appointment with a doctor I will never talk to again, because I was 100 miles away from my PCP and she books up fast. I spent the last week sick and dog-sitting for my parents as they move into their new home in Southeast Texas. After spending the last thirty-four years (almost) in DFW, they’re starting their new adventure in Bryan/College Station (don’t worry, they’re Aggies, they’ll fit right in. Actually everyone in my immediate family is an Aggie except me).
It was a week that I wanted to spend resting and refilling myself, or replenishing if you will. I wanted to spend the week plotting out my book series and snuggling up with some pups.
Instead, I spent the week coughing and creating a ton of mucus (TMI but that’s the hard truth). That’s not the only thing I had, there was one week in May where I called out two days in one week due to a migraine. I think the stress of just life is really getting to my body right now, given the fact I’ve been sick twice this year. For comparison, it took three years for me to catch Covid for the first time, so my immune system is definitely not happy.
It’s not just my immune system that’s not happy, either. It’s my mental health, too. My whole body is screaming for a break, and I’m not sure how to give it that. The most obvious way would be to take time off, and I do have today off, but I don’t have enough PTO to take a week off to just breathe.
In fact, I worked last week while sick and dogsitting because I don’t have enough PTO to take off when sick and take off when I want.
Everything is great.
But even though things are looking rough, there were good moments in May.
The second weekend, the weekend of Mother’s Day, my boyfriend and I helped my dad move into their new house. It’s weird to think about my parents living anywhere other than Flower Mound, since they moved there before I was born, but again, they’re Aggies. If they were going to end up somewhere, Bryan/College Station would be it.
They’re also half the distance from me now, which is good. That means my parents can come see my grandparents more often.
The next weekend, my Opa and I drove down to San Antonio (aka, I drove through the most stressful traffic on a Saturday afternoon) to go celebrate my cousin. My maternal side of the family, there are six kids (my mom’s generation) and thirteen grandchildren (and now three great-grandchildren). One of my cousin's just graduated dental school, making her the first doctor of the generation.
It’s so wonderful to see my cousins just succeed in life - whether it’s becoming a dentist, or getting married, or having babies, I just love seeing my cousins have big milestones. Not even my cousins, but my siblings, too. I just love seeing people’s hard work pay off for the things they want. And I will always do my best to be there to celebrate family members.
That weekend, too, our AC decided to die. There are benefits to renting - I don’t have to foot the bill for the repair. But that day of working while also sweating was brutal. And then we had the carpets cleaned two days later. And then the day after that was when I first noticed my throat was starting to hurt, and by the weekend, I had a full blown sinus infection.
The sinus infection made it into my lungs, too, and the cough I had was painful. Whatever it was that I had, I’m hoping that it’s mostly behind me now. May was rough.
But now that June is here, I’m hoping for a new month and to rest but replenish myself. There are no weekend trips planned, just 30 days of being at home.
I hope.