Written on 2-23-2020.
It’s a Sunday, but I didn’t go to church. I was slated to read, too, but I called Inez to let her know how sick I was (she and I were going to read together), but she sounded worse than me. She got us both a substitute, and I was so relieved. I needed another day of rest, for sure.
I have a cold, I think. Two nights ago, I believe (and hope) it was at its worst. B and I went to Albuquerque for a CORE meeting, and when it was time for bed, I crashed. I had the chills, I couldn’t breathe well, I had no energy, and I was coughing up some really colorful stuff. What was worse, I had forgotten my Advair and my electric razor. Instead of the Advair, I used my rescue inhaler. B let me borrow her blade, but it was pretty dull. It got stuck on my skin often, and I am not sure how I able to finish. It was more like skipping a stone versus skating on a frozen pond.
I survived to make it to today, though, and I do feel better. I slept more easily last night, and I know I got more sleep than the night before.
No comments:
Post a Comment