I got up this morning after sleeping a bit longer than usual, and still wasn't great. What the heck? Fine, I'll take another easy day. Mom even offered to take me with them to McD's for breakfast (not that I eat breakfast, especially theirs, but she knows I look for chances to get out of the house.) I turned her down.
I tried to take my daily nap, but after 4 interruptions, I gave up on that pipe dream. Maybe tomorrow I'll pull my head out and silence my phone and put a DND sign on the door, huh? I got up and fixed one of the meals provided by my wonderful coworkers (which was easy and amazingly delicious) and then asked Kevin to take me to the store. I was relatively sure I felt well enough to go.
Wrong. I did well 3/4 of the way through the trip, and then started fading fast. I almost felt feverish. I'm on antibiotic, so I'm sure I'm not, but I was just "off." Got settled in for the night and decided that I shall not move for at least 2 days. I'll read, I'll surf, I'll sleep, and I'll twiddle my thumbs, but I'm going to quit jeopardizing my recovery, which is what I was inadvertently doing.
Oh, and I had also planned to be back to work by now, at least part time. Yeah right.
If you need me, check this recliner. I'll be here. Likely pouting.