Oh my God. I'm so tired of being sick. I've reached my limit. I'm going insane.
As of tomorrow, it'll be two weeks that I've been sick. Nearly a week since my doctor visit. I finished my antibiotics yesterday (though, they'll be in my system another four days, I guess). But I'm still coughing, wheezing and blowing my nose. I'm doing all of those things less and less each day, but I'm still doing them.
I managed to go to the gym on Sunday, but yesterday was no a possibility. My lungs were on fire. Today was iffy. I felt great while out shoveling my deck this afternoon and thought, "I can totally go to the gym." I coughed so hard I got dizzy when I came in, though, so I figured maybe I should put it off one more day.
But tomorrow I go back to the office, so I'm going back to normal. Well, I'm going to go to the gym. I'm not so stupid as to attempt a normal workout. I'll ease back into it. But I'm going, god dammit. I have to.
Since I've been tired, coughing and blowing my nose all the damn time, I've not done as much cooking or baking as I would have liked with my "time off." Boy howdy, though, have I caught up on TV and reading. Comics, mostly. But I have a ton of space on my DVR and I'm taking a big ol' pile of comics back to The Boy I Currently Like on Friday.
So, there's that. I haven't been completely useless, I guess. I sure feel like I have been, though.