After rehearsal I tried to go for a walk with a friend. We made it to the two mile mark and I told her I just had to go home. When we got to my house she said, "Take your temperature. You don't look well." So I did...102 degrees...I think that means I'm probably sick.
I took some pain killer, worked for awhile, then went back to bed and slept till Darrin got home. I made dinner, and went back to work. But now I feel too tired to do anything and I think I need to go to sleep again. Sleep is good when you're sick, right?
The thing is, my only symptoms are achiness, fatigue, fever, and occasional nausea. I don't have anything going on with my throat or sinuses (I don't know that I've ever had a stuffy nose), and I can't honestly say where it hurts. It's very odd.
I've decided I'm going to blame the past three weeks of emotional stress on my body preparing to be sick. And when I'm physically better, I expect to be emotionally better, as well. And less cranky. And able to run again.
Okay. Going to bed. But I just have to say, even though today was kind of awful, I think things are getting better, even though Therapist says I have to reschedule my appointment with him and that makes me stressed because I can't handle it when I have everything figured out and something happens that changes everything. Well, it was just one thing, but it feels like everything. Edgy knows what I'm talking about, right?
My eyelids feel too large.