A cold attacked me on Sunday. One minute I was fine, five minutes later I had a raging sore throat and completely stuffed sinuses. Monday I sat on the couch and watched Farscape. Tuesday I went to Dublin, which was clearly an overtaxing of my ability, but I was glad I went. I went to bed at 7:30pm on Tuesday night (Indy tucked me in and read me a story &heart;), woke briefly at 11 and thought “yay I’m a lot better!” and went back to sleep…and woke up at 4:30am. :{ Got up at 5 or something. Went BACK to bed at 10. Got up at noon, sure I would make it through until evening. Then at 7 on Wednesday evening Indy wanted some snuggle time and we went upstairs and I lay down on the bed and was like NOPE. THAT’S ALL SHE WROTE.
And woke up at 2:30am. *sigh* Stayed up until 8:30. Went back to bed until around 11. I’m pretty clearly going to have to rely on caffiene to get me through until 9 or 10pm tonight, because it’s now a quarter to one and frankly I feel I could go back to sleep.
I *am* a lot better than I was Sunday thru Tuesday evenings, but I’m still wrecked. I’ve accomplished no work at all this week, which would be frustrating if I could muster the energy to care that much. I am crying at everything. This is No Fun At All.