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Confession is good for the soul, not necessarily for the reputation.  So I’m going to keep my public declarations about myself to a minimum.  Do not expect a Bobby Brown biography or an Usher style airing of my dirty laundry.  My life has not been nearly as interesting as Mr. Brown’s and gratefully, Mr. Raymond and I have no stories to swap.  I really only have one confession to make. It’s deeply personal, and very difficult for me to admit… But here it goes.

I don’t feel well.

Those four words are incredibly hard for me to say.

Yesterday, I went to work for the first time in a week, after being knocked on my arse by a sudden illness.  It was an exhausting day.  All I wanted to do was curl up in a ball and go to sleep.  It wasn’t post-op pain.  I don’t seem to be suffering from complications.  I just don’t feel like my normal self.  (I mean, normal for me).

i’m walking slower than normal.  My food tastes weird, and I just don’t have the gumption to get up and go as my schedule requires.  I don’t even want to stay up and watch the Daily Show.

i guess my road to recovery is going to require a few more steps.  I’m trying to allow myself the time and space to pull myself together… And the first step is admitting to myself,  and to you… I do not feel well.

Prayers appreciated.

Mama Radford