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Sickness
I'm going on the third week of being sick. Now whatever dregs are left have settled into my lungs as a hacking, nagging cough. I still haven't gone back to karate, and I've not been doing my walks on the bridge. I'm too tired to cook and don't have much interest in eating.
I felt so dreadful at work yesterday, nauseous with all the coughing and weak and tired. And sick of it all. I fear my boss was vexed with me, because I wasn't as helpful on a brief he had to get out as I should have been because I felt so dreadful. He turned to a word processor instead, which I think was a bad sign. I went to lie down in the wellness lounge, and tears dripped down my face as I doubled over, coughing. I will have to apologize to him on Monday.
Lord, I am so tired of this.
I felt so dreadful at work yesterday, nauseous with all the coughing and weak and tired. And sick of it all. I fear my boss was vexed with me, because I wasn't as helpful on a brief he had to get out as I should have been because I felt so dreadful. He turned to a word processor instead, which I think was a bad sign. I went to lie down in the wellness lounge, and tears dripped down my face as I doubled over, coughing. I will have to apologize to him on Monday.
Lord, I am so tired of this.