It’s a head cold, probably. I’m fine for most of the important values of “fine”, and this will pass. I got home on…Tuesday? Tuesday. I went to bed almost immediately, and crashed hard. I slept for hours, until my Traveling Partner woke me to be sure I took my routine medications and had some calories. We hung out a little while until feeling crappy sent me back to bed.
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I woke yesterday, Wednesday, and it was all I could do to drag myself through an abbreviated form of my morning routine and drop my dumb ass into my office chair and log into work tools. I’d have called out were it not for several items due that day that could neither be delayed nor delegated. So I did the thing. Very American of me. I’m a dumbass.
I did my best to juggle self-care and work, all day, and when the day ended? I went back to bed. No lie. I slept until the evening, got up for meds, calories, and some lovely quiet time with my beloved… and then went back to bed. Again. I slept through the night.
Here it is a new day. I hope I feel more better as the day progresses. I hate being ill. I miss my walk. (Very human). It’s fine. Tomorrow I can begin again.
