So I'm willing myself to get better. Yeah, I know, I know. Just the other day I said something about willpower being for shit. Still.
So I got up and took a shower. Washed my hair! Combed it, even! And then collapsed on the bathroom floor, because I hadn't yet consumed enough calories to offset the hot steam making me dizzy. Went back to bed, but not to sleep. Just to be horizontal.
Later, I hung out on the couch. Stephen started to play some Rock Band, and since I'd consumed enough calories by then, I figured I could play a little, too. Hooked up the drums; proceeded to play worse than I've ever played. I dunno why, I didn't feel dizzy, but there's a chance my inner ear's a little fucked up. So I disconnected, and Stephen finished up.
Then he went to take a little nap before he had to head out to work this evening for a mandatory meeting (on his day off!)... and while he napped in the bedroom, I napped on the couch. I'm gettin' plenty of sleep these days, that's for damn sure!
After he left for work, I checked my temperature. 99.9º, close enough for a venture out into the world! So I headed downstairs; not even a teensy bit dizzy. Got in the car and drove to the bank, so I could deposit a paycheck. Got back to the car and drove over to Trader Joe's to pick up a few things that we absolutely needed. I didn't cough on anyone (I kept my distance from all humans) or get remotely dizzy while I was out in the world. I didn't carry anything too heavy, and I came back in from my two errands feeling fantastic!
|I don't even look sick. Amazing how hygiene can contribute to your outlook!|
Whaddya gotta say about THAT, huh?