Good morning, world. I’m up and about. I want this sickness gone, I want to feel mostly normal again. I woke up yesterday morning with my batteries at about 63% and draining. Just before Shawshank went to work, I took two anti-nausea pills. They’re a pretty solid guarantee that I’ll be knocked out, and this…
Good afternoon, world. I’m feeling like dogshit. We went to bed last night, and I don’t remember much after that. I woke up in the morning, and received snuggles from my snotty ginger boy. I made a cup of coffee, then spent the next hour feeling like I was full of bees. Eventually, I forced…
Good morning, world. It’s a gray Saturday morning. This week has been awful. I just feel not good. It’s not bad – I’m not actively sick – but it’s certainly not a good feeling. I have no energy, and no appetite. I crashed when we went to bed. I spent a lot of yesterday afternoon…