When feeling sick, it is probably not a good thing to have interesting things to say. So, I got nothing. Rested as much as possible. Tried to drink enough. Remembered (occasionally) to take pain medication before headache became bad enough to cause tears.
I make a terrible patient. I am whiny and demanding and horrible. I do nothing. I sit around moping about how awful I feel. And occasionally feel guilty about this because it is just a cold. Really. But sometimes "just a cold" can really knock you on your ass.
And there is always the second-guessing of whether I should stay home or go to work-- don't want to stay sick. Don't want to make other people sick. Also, don't want to miss work. (Not the least because I do not have any "sick days" as an hourly teacher.)
When I am not so whiny. When I can hold my head upright for more than a few hours. When my voice doesn't sound like razorblades. When I am ready to start again-- start with the whole Kicking Depression's Ass thing-- I will tackle tracking what I eat. I think. We'll see.
Grateful Crap: "I won't wriggle out of my panda blanket" and also "Do we have a stoplight? Yep. Oh. Now we have a golight."
will remember to take meds tonight
will call doc to see if/when they want to see me or if I should just expect to be sick until the snow melts. In April.
Quaker, teacher, parent,