I don't have a lot of energy today, nor the desire to do anything at all. I had a bad bout with some bad salad, that knocked me off my 'tukus'.
Of course, at the first sign of feeling squeamish, I think I'm having a heart attack. And I wait for other symptoms to materialize. Numbness, shortness of breath, pain. When they don't happen, I eventually come to understand something else is afoot.
Without going into detail, I'll just say that I didn't get a lot of sleep Tuesday night. Wednesday was spent, munching saltine crackers, drinking a ton of water, and sipping on mugs full of canned chicken noodle soup. Also, I spent a lot of time on the sofa watching television.
I'm pleased to report I slept pretty well last night. The house was in lock-down by nine and I was under the covers by 9:30. I had full intentions of watching TV till the news was over, but managed to fall asleep immediately, waking briefly to turn off the television around 2:45.
I'd like to report I woke this morning full of spunk...but that is not the case. However, I am up...and moving around...and that in itself is accomplishment enough for now. I'm going to fix myself a cup of coffee, and we'll see where that takes me.
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