So on Wednesday I still felt awful and somewhat suicidal, but I still dragged myself to work. Which was a godsend, as today (Thursday) I have been in and out of the bathroom with the worst stomach bug I’ve had in years. I’m not even really sure I’ll be able to make it to work tomorrow. I’ll be trying some soup here in a little bit to see if I can manage that. I’m weak and achy and so, so cold, even with about fifteen layers on.
So glad I just pushed through on Wednesday, despite the horrible suckitude of my thoughts.
Now to go back to staring at the wall and contemplating how long it’ll be before I’m back in the bathroom.