Happy Wednesday, all.
I had a miserable early morning.
Wasn't feeling too spiffy when I retired last night eat 10:30. I thought I might be coming down with a cold.
Around 3 a.m., I woke up and was very weak. I got out of bed, went to the bathroom and then sat on the edge of my bed for about 12 minutes. I couldn't decide if getting back intp bed was workable with the way I felt.
A year or so ago, I had a very hellacious Saturday. Went to bed on a Friday night and had no idea that the worst day of my life was about to begin. It started very early, too. I was so sick I couldn't get around without holding onto walls, door jambs and furniture. Suffice it to say I had stuff roiling around inside of me that was determined to find an exit, and it took no prisoners. I spent much of that day in bed and finally started recovering sufficiently to get up and move to a chair in the late afternoon. My recovery was progressive after that and by Monday, my malady was merely an ugly memory.
I tell you all of that because that is what I feared this morning. I decided I would not get back into bed. It was all I could do to get myself into the den, wrap myself in a blanket and sit up. After six hours wrapped up and sleeping my chair, I felt much better, but I must say the day was not without consequence, delicately speaking.
By late afternoon, i discovered that I was rather hungry, and so began my road to recovery. It was nothing like a year ago, but it scared me. I have to wonder if it was, perhaps, food poisoning (since my GI functions were so pronounced, but I only had a Tovala meal for lunch yesterday afternoon. Sadly, it was a two-fer meal...two portions, one of which remains in the refrigerator and will be tossed out without a care tomorrow.
Sigh.
Otherwise, the day yielded zero surprises, zero insights and zero introspection.
