I am sick. Luckily, it's not the annual death flu that hits our house. That one isn't expected until February. No this is the one that creeps up alongside during the course of the days or weeks. The kind that slowly sap at you until you eat lunch one day and "oh my god, what have I done."
That day was today.
I just kept getting these waves of blagh over the course of hours. I'd be fine and then I wouldn't. I called it a day at 3:30 (still managing to get all I needed done). I'm home, dressed in flannel, under three blankets and a comforter, and can't stop yawning. We'll watch Tin Man that we recorded and drift off into sleep.
The funny thing is that I don't feel sick. No nausea (Thank God!!! My anxiety's partner in crime), no intestinal distress, no fever. But I am just sitting here. If I get up, then I'm not right. Nothing tastes right. I have that ache. I'm so tired.
I'm hoping that this will resolve itself the way it did a few weeks ago. I'll sleep and wake up better. I like when it works that way. COD just had the same feeling on Friday night. He woke up fine.
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Get well soon . . .