So I am currently hosting some kind of convention for crappy viruses and the upshot of this is that I feel really, really crummy. This has been going on since Sunday afternoon when instead of running a few errands, doing a little housework, and settling in to a few carefree hours of masters-level homework, I found myself paralyzed by fatigue in my Really Big Kinda Ugly Leather Recliner.
I failed to really seize on the importance of this until bedtime when I began to shiver uncontrollably. This is when the whining began. The Lovely Rhonda can attest: “Man, I feel crappy. This is like tuberculosis crappy. Nobody said I would feel this crappy. I don’t know if I can go on feeling this crappy.” I spent the rest of the night alternately sweating and mourning the loss of virtually all of the strength in my entire body.
Yesterday (Monday) I spent laying in bed.
Those of you who know me, even only through FB or similar, may note that this is unusual for me. While I am admittedly lazy, there is also a limit to the amount of idleness I can stand, so eventually, even when afflicted with pneumonia or the actual bona-fide flu, I will still do laundry or alphabetize the bookshelf or something.
Oh, not yesterday. I laid in bed so long that my back hurts. I did shower and had grandiose plans of going to a store to purchase soap and root beer, more out of needing a small errand to get me out of the house than any urgent need for either item. But then I sat down to put my shoes on.
I wear orthotics in my shoes and transferring them to a different pair of shoes (because motorcycle boots don’t really go with shorts) was more complication than I was prepared to handle. I went back to bed.
I have virtually nothing to show for yesterday, and that for me is pretty impressive.
Today is slightly better in that I actually emerged from bed and then made coffee and toast, and sat watching Carol Burnett DVDs for a little while.
Now I’m going to go lay down and gather strength for showering and looking at work email.