The Sinus Infection That Refuses to Die

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Let’s just call it what it is: I’ve been dragged under by a sinus infection from hell. Not the cute, seasonal sniffle. Not the, “Oh, I’ll brew some tea and soldier through.” This beast set up camp behind my face and has refused to vacate, no matter how many steamy showers, saline rinses, or over-the-counter bribes I throw at it.

I’ve fought hurricanes, bureaucracy, and the occasional gossip-driven witch hunt, but this? This has knocked me flat. I've even brought in the big guns, the anti-biotics and this thing refuses to submit, lik a brat in a dungeon. 

Down for the Count

Here’s the thing about being sick when you’re a witch, writer, and perpetual doer-of-things: you don’t get to hit pause on the universe. The altar still hums. The inbox still fills. The world doesn’t care that you feel like your skull is stuffed with wet cement and broken glass.

And yet, when your body lays you out, you learn real fast what gets prioritized. Spoiler: it’s not the blog posts or the perfectly crafted rituals. It’s breathing. It’s drinking enough water. It’s finding a position where gravity doesn’t feel like your mortal enemy.

The Spiritual Punchline

If I were to get mystical about it (and when don’t I?), I’d say illness like this is a teacher. Not the wise, gentle kind with a basket of herbs and encouraging smiles. More like the old crone who whacks you on the back of the head with her walking stick and growls, “Sit the hell down before I make you.”

Sometimes our bodies do what our spirits won’t: force the stillness. Force the quiet. And if you’re too stubborn (hi, that’s me), they’ll hit you with round after round until you surrender.

What I’ve Learned Lying Here

  • That productivity is a trap, and survival sometimes looks like binge-watching trash TV with a humidifier running.

  • That healing doesn’t follow a neat little timeline. It takes as long as it takes.

  • That being knocked down doesn’t mean being defeated. It just means you’re temporarily horizontal.

So Where Does That Leave Me?

Flat on my back, sniffling, cursing, and waiting for this damn infection to get bored and move on. I’ll rise again—witches always do. But for now, I’m learning to live in the lull, even when it’s the last place I want to be.


But that's ok. In a few days (I hope), I'll be back to work and blogging and getting caught up post grandbaby and illness. 

Because I have things to say. Important things. 

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