Sigh.
There are Things I Should Do.
And at the moment, I am Not Doing Them.
Left work an hour early yesterday, feeling gross. Fell asleep on sofa pretty early, maybe around 8:00. Scraped myself up around 1:00, then could not sleep. Woke up feeling even worse than when I'd come home from work. Called the doc to see about shifting my schedule a bit, and got an appointment 2 days earlier to discuss treatment options in light of whatever the tests show (I'm having one in two days, so we don't have the full story yet). There isn't really anything that can be done before that, except the meds I've finished taking, and so I've got almost another full week of not being able to do much about all this. Got off phone, got all weepy. Did work writing.
I should be doing some housecleaning stuff that I felt too gross to do Sunday, because I've perked up a little and if I feel like going in tomorrow, I'll be too damn tired in the evening. But I really don't feel much like doing it.
I really am refusing to cancel my dinner with the San Miguel Siete plus Dos. Someone suggested we do it as a pot luck, so as long as the place is clean I just have to make a salad and some bread-machine bread. It's going to end up with me throwing a bunch of stuff in boxes and stuffing them somewhere at the last minute, I suspect, but what the hell. I want to lie on the sofa and watch SPN disks.
I have nothing spectacularly interesting to say today. Except I am going on vacation before too long, and I do not want to feel like death on a frosted cupcake, thank you very much.
And at the moment, I am Not Doing Them.
Left work an hour early yesterday, feeling gross. Fell asleep on sofa pretty early, maybe around 8:00. Scraped myself up around 1:00, then could not sleep. Woke up feeling even worse than when I'd come home from work. Called the doc to see about shifting my schedule a bit, and got an appointment 2 days earlier to discuss treatment options in light of whatever the tests show (I'm having one in two days, so we don't have the full story yet). There isn't really anything that can be done before that, except the meds I've finished taking, and so I've got almost another full week of not being able to do much about all this. Got off phone, got all weepy. Did work writing.
I should be doing some housecleaning stuff that I felt too gross to do Sunday, because I've perked up a little and if I feel like going in tomorrow, I'll be too damn tired in the evening. But I really don't feel much like doing it.
I really am refusing to cancel my dinner with the San Miguel Siete plus Dos. Someone suggested we do it as a pot luck, so as long as the place is clean I just have to make a salad and some bread-machine bread. It's going to end up with me throwing a bunch of stuff in boxes and stuffing them somewhere at the last minute, I suspect, but what the hell. I want to lie on the sofa and watch SPN disks.
I have nothing spectacularly interesting to say today. Except I am going on vacation before too long, and I do not want to feel like death on a frosted cupcake, thank you very much.