I am on the mend, but slowly. Still coughing quite a lot, and taking steroids for my asthma. I’ve been curiously nauseous throughout this illness. Food just doesn’t hold a lot of appeal, and it’s an effort to eat a full meal. I haven’t had a lot of energy – probably from coughing and not eating as well as I usually would – and I’m still quite tired. But I’m sleeping better and the fever is finally gone, and I’m starting to feel more like myself. Which is good, because I’m mighty mournful and woeful when I’m sick.
I am starting to feel better. I’ll be able to go to work tomorrow and though I won’t be walking, I’ll have a much better week than last week.
Meanwhile? Slowly reading and watching Netflix. Continuing to feel very grateful for finishing grad school…I don’t miss the frenzy of research papers at all. I mean, I do miss it just a little bit, but even that is lessening.
So goes the weekend. Quietly, but with improvement.