Flagship Down

It just wasn't working. I tried to keep going, fulfilled those duties I was responsible for, went home when I didn't have anything scheduled. But I was not getting better. Or even staying the same. I was getting worse. Fearing a total collapse, I decided to just take a whole day off. An unheard of event, to be sure, if I am not seriously dying. And I have been seriously dying before, so I know there are times when you don't have a choice about working. But the better part of valor seemed to indicate a long day of sleeping and doing nothing but liquid intake.

I had no energy to address reading, writing, housework, talking to friends, or any of the myriad other things that zap your time and energy. I really am just sitting in the big blue recliner with a box of tissues and a trash bag handy, sipping hot tea and dozing. I feel like I am trying to breathe through an ocean. I can't clear my throat. My ribs ache from coughing so hard. Go away, you stupid bug. Leave me alone for crying out Pete. (I'm such a baby when I don't feel well!)