[Current Mood | drained ]

[Listening To | WWE Raw ]

Hello, world. I’m here… just a little late. I woke up feeling a little off, not much off, but just not right. Three cheers for unregulated body temps! I got up with Shawshank around 5:30, because I was awake anyway. He made me a coffee, and I got through about half of it before deciding I was going to take a hot shower, and then go back to bed. When I dried off, Shawshank made the bed and set up my pillows in the middle so I could fold myself into a ball, gave me a Gravol, and left for work.

And there I stayed.

At this point, I’ve dealt with this enough times to know what works and what doesn’t. Getting under the blankets is too much for me in most cases, but a bathrobe is good. It’s like a Chinese finger trap toy, trying to fight it only makes it worse, so I try to sleep through as much of it as I can. After he left, I dealt with a couple of temperature “cycles”, waking up to feel like shit, switching positions, and dozing again. I took shower numero dos just before lunchtime, popped another Gravol, grabbed my sleep headphones to have something to fall asleep to. Podrick climbed on top of my chest and stretched out. I napped for another three hours, waking up with Pod curled up next to me.

Shawshank filled me with bread and butter and canned chicken noodle soup. With the rest of the week off, I’ll recover nicely.