Oh wait, that day would be today. And yesterday. And probably tomorrow.
It started as a sore throat Thursday, which I honestly thought was allergy related. The running nose yesterday sealed the cold deal though -- and when I woke up this morning feeling like death warmed over I knew the gig was up: sickness reigns.
I managed to pull out something resembling energy for a portion of the morning. But by the time we hit the bread aisle of the commissary, I was looking for a nice corner to sit in and feel miserable.
I have not felt that bad in a very, very long time. Earlier I was literally crying I felt so extremely sick and dead. I still have no energy but I don't feel like curling up in a ball and giving up the ghost.
I will say, though, that I am feeling much better now than I was even an hour ago -- I spent the entire afternoon curled up on the couch wishing Luke would put me out of my misery (he refused). I actually managed to walk over here and open my computer and start writing something that (I assume) makes sense.
I'm going to blame my start on the road to recovery on my new Kitchen Aid mixer. Just looking at it gives me strength.