Wonky, I Feel Wonky ...

The title of this post must be read with the tune of "I Feel Pretty" from West Side Story.

And feeling wonky is in no way similar to feeling pretty. As a matter of fact, I'm fairly certain they are as dissimilar as vanilla and chocolate or logic and 45. Actually, it's difficult to feel wonky and pretty at the same time. My children used to accuse me of making up words and I'm pretty sure wonky is one of those words.

According to Merriam-Webster wonky is an adjective of British origin (as a matter of fact, when I'm feeling particularly wonky as I do now, I am imagining John Oliver speaking the word, wonky) that means "shaky, unsteady, awry".

And that is exactly how I feel. It's a great descriptive term. I even used it with the doc at urgent care on Saturday, and I hope he knew what I meant and didn't think that I was just cracked (another great British slang term meaning loopy). It's a UTI and after a couple days on an antibiotic, I'm feeling a little better. A little less wonky but not quite blooming (you got it, another British term).

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