Okay, I pushed myself way too hard yesterday. So today I
spent most of the day in bed, despite having better things to
do. (I even kept nodding off during the football game; I think
I saw about two minutes of each quarter.) I woke up with a sore
throat. :-( And all four limbs hurt. ( babbling
details of my day -- nothing gross, not sure whether it's whiny
or not )
There's a rantlet about perceptions of fibromyalgia
percolating, but I'm not awake enough to phrase it well right
now. (It's nothing others haven't already said over and over,
but I feel a particular need to get it off my chest.
If I still feel that way when I have the attention span to write
it well, it'll get written. If not, not.)
Tomorrow I'll have to try to get out to the grocery store for
chili peppers, frozen pizza, and lots of orange juice
concentrate, to help me through this cold. And I have to look
in the various places that throat lozenges and cough drops
migrate to, to see whether I've got as many of those on hand as
I think I do. Let's she how quickly I can make this annoying
discomfort go away. I'm going to smell like garlic and Earl
Grey tea (decaf) for the next few days.
Fortunately I have a cute furball to cheer me up.
Unfortunately she can't run downstairs to fetch me a hot mug
of tea.