My first round of illness began early in February.  Unfortunately I kept relapsing.  First the crud turned to a severe sinus infection, which I was taking antibiotics for while participating at the Quick CrudDraw during the big annual auction weekend at the Billings Art Museum.  The following week I felt better for two days during which I returned to my regular schedule of working out for the first time in three weeks (full of gratitude to be on my feet again).  Alas the crud spun itself full force, again.  The illness became more acute after I just couldn’t resist skiing my last volunteer day with sweet little Ben (a developmentally disable bright light soul) in the Eaglemount program.  Ben was so happy to see me since I had missed our previous two weeks together.  My time with him was pure joy topped with warm fuzzes – but I have never been more wet while skiing than that day.  I spent the afternoon sopping wet in the dentist chair replacing a broken crown and running a few much needed errands for my mom since being cooped up sick had made it hard to stay on top of her care.  I dosed myself with everything in my knowledge to boost my immune system but my chronic insomnia does sometimes make it hard to heal.  Last week I rallied to take my nieces ice climbing while they were visiting for spring break even though my body didn’t want to leave bed.  I can say I don’t regret that special day shared on the ice with those two bright beams of beauty and enthusiasm.  The weather was stunning, the opportunity rare and the memories a treasure but the acute bronchitis was a bummer.  Another round of antibiotics and a very strict regimen prescribed by a Naturopath has me on the mend.  Cautious.  My nature is to MOVE.  My idea of taking it easy isn’t exactly “the norm” but after six weeks of poor health I am humbled and actually frightened of over-doing it.  I am itching to get back into the studio while slowly trying to catch up a bit with the desk part of life.  Stressed by the lack of moola but encouraged by new vision and the insight that comes when life puts us in uncomfortable places,  I am tip-toeing my way back…