Rather than catching up on a whole week by doing small and lame posts I am going to catch up in a few posts. It is my compromise somewhere between one for each day and just one for the whole big missing week. (See how I am cutting myself some slack here?)
So it seems that I was not done being ill. I don't remember the weekend. I suspect that I slept all day. Both days. But maybe not. On Monday, Feb 10 I went home early from work because I started feeling sweaty and dizzy and awful. Tuesday still out for the count. Wednesday I worked for a few hours and then begged for spouse to come home early so I could sleep.
No posts happening because either I was sleeping, taking care of basic needs for me or my kids, or trying to venture out into the world.
In the Depression sector, I cannot recommend extended periods of feeling mildly crappy. Lethargy did lead to more sleep, I suppose. And typically I am one to get too little sleep when Depression is bad rather than sleep too much. But I started to feel like maybe all that sleep was making me a bit under the weather mentally.
I started to feel like a shut-in who never wanted to interact with the world again. Maybe just to get fresh yarn for my projects or catfood for my pet. Other than that I could keep the blinds down, wear the same dress day after day and cocoon in the cotton velvet comforter. I could put up unfriendly signs. I could become a neighborhood legend. Children could dare one another to ring my doorbell (which I would have disconnected anyway).
Of course, the presence of other people in my house prevent this from being a viable option for more than a few hours at a time. Not hardly enough time to build legendary status.
On the plus side: being on antibiotics for a sinus infection (AGAIN) I was very good about taking meds all these sick days.
Grateful crap: The people who prevent my transformation into crazy hermit woman (now with bonus yarn stash)
Quaker, teacher, parent,