Last week, I started feeling headachy and fatigued, in a familiar way. Went to my doctor and said, “I think mono is back.” We did some blood testing, and I just got the results.
Mono is back.
Nothing to be done but to rest. Good thing I don’t have anything big, like, I dunno, a book tour, coming up this spring.
Last year when I had it, the stuff went away when I was in France. This obviously means I must dash to the Luxembourg Gardens to convalesce, a restorative dozen oysters at Huîtrerie Régis. I will speak to my health insurance provider to see if they will cover an Air France ticket.
(I’m trying to laugh about this news. But it’s a beatdown.)