Just yesterday I was talking about how the new lifestyle seems to be so much healthier for me than my old one.
This morning I woke to that scratchy, post-nasal-drip feeling that says “you need Vitamin C NOW,” and had chills all morning until we turned the heat up. Since my office is the warmest part of the house anyway (the addition of waste heat from the CPU, printer, and monitors in a small space is what does it) we knew something was wrong.
Oh, and I haven’t been able to get anything done. Fuzzy in the head, kind of. I mean, I can write THIS, but it’s not going to be clever, or funny, or anything. Just a journal entry.
I took a 90-minute nap and felt a little better. I’m packing the Vitamin C every hour. I’m taking it easy.
Working for yourself means nobody pays you when you’re sick. I WILL get better tomorrow, out of sheer economic necessity and force of will.