When I wrote that last night, I hesitated over the word "strong". "Watch," I thought to myself, chuckling a bit, as I typed away, "I'll write strong and then something crazy will happen like I'll get hit by a bus or be diagnosed with leukemia or something." (For the record, I hesitated typing that just now too. I don't know how much of my inner thoughts you people really want to witness. They get a little fucked up in here.)
Fortunately, I've not been hit by any fast-moving blunt objects, nor have I been diagnosed with some awful ailment. I did wake up at three this morning, though, hacking my head off and with that sick feeling in the center of my chest. That feeling that says, "Get ready. I'm coming. Are you ready? Just give me 12 more hours." Come 3 o'clock this afternoon, I was begging the clock to hurry up and hit five so I could come home and rest. Now it's 9 and the chills are rolling in on the waves of body aches. My nose is clogged, my throat is raw, and I think maybe something might be swimming in my lungs.
I walked a half-mile around the property at work. That's all the exercise I've done today. Fuck it. I hurt, and I'm under on my daily calories as of this moment, so fuck it. I don't feel like it, so I'm not gonna. (This sucks, of course, because I was supposed to exercise tonight with the bride-to-be. So much for a plan.)
(And I was under on my carbs still, too, except that after I wrote that part Jimi made me some tea and, again, i said "fuck it" and added a tablespoon of honey, with the justification that it'll soothe my poor sore throat. So now I'm like 5 carbs over for the day. Whatever.)
I just tried to netti-pot my nose. My left sinus passage is so swollen I couldn't get anything but drips from the other side. :( I fucking hate being sick - I should be grateful it only happens once in a blue moon.
Hope you feel better than I do. Sweet dreams!