As usual for me, the morning brings with it a much better mood. I'm so effing dramatic sometimes.
Yes, I still feel like shit. And, in fact, my symptoms that had miraculously disappeared yesterday to the point that I was even able to go out in the yard and trim back a few bushes before their spring growth, now have returned. With new symptoms. My right ear has reclogged. And now I have a sore throat, too. A sure sign of even more symptoms to come.
I already used my first sick day ever this week. Yes, EVER. I don't know why, but I hate taking sick days. I guess I want to prove that I can do it. Rain, shine, snot or diarrhea. And I even asked to go home last night when my work was done instead of staying until everyone was finished because my throat felt like it was closing in on itself. And I'm pretty sure my foul mood was infectious.
Nothing has improved, per se, but I know I can't sit around and wallow in it. It is what it is.
Maybe Dr. Phil will have some "inspiring" words today.