bookofmirrors | One More Day...

Well, on one hand, I'm feeling pretty almost good. I think I even was able to taste breakfast this morning, a little. The problem being now, that my usual morning routine has completely exhausted me. After having cleaned the litterboxes and such, made myself breakfast, done my usual early-morning computer stuff, and taken a shower, I'm ready to go back to bed. I'm panting, somewhat nauseous, and feeling kinda out of it. The only reason I'm not back in bed already is because my hair is wet, and I'm hoping it'll dry at least a little before I crawl back in bed.

See, these are the types of days I hate most. Other than the above, I feel pretty good. That's pretty much what it's been (in varying degrees) since Friday. I don't feel too bad. But if I forget that I've just recently been ridiculously sick, and try to do what I'm used to doing, I'm flat on my ass again. At least when I was miserable, I was unequivicably so. I called off work again today. It sucks. If I do nothing, I feel good, and can't see how calling off is justified. But then I do something, and realize I couldn't hack it at work. *sigh* And it's not even like what I do is HARD or anything. So, it's hard for me to justify it to myself. I feel like I'm faking it, even though I certainly have enough evidence that I know I'm not. I'm going tomorrow if it kills me. (It just might!) Honestly, though, every day seems to be better, and I'm praying that one more day of rest, doing things at my own pace, will put me right back where I need to be. I'm going to try going to my client's tonight. That's only for a short period of time, so I think I can pull that off. Of course, I tend to feel worse as the day goes along, so we'll see how that goes. (That's another reason I feel justified calling off. If I feel like this NOW.......)

So, part of me wants to sit here and write something profound. I'm tired of LJ entries that just whine about how sick I am... but I really can't think of anything profound to write. So, I'm going to sit here and wish my hair would dry faster, and dream of my bed...