Broken sleep does not lend itself to proper function. It took me three hours to get to sleep, and then it was broken even further because I had at least three dreams regarding the situation. None of them were reassuring.
Off I go to get ready for work. I wonder if I should bother shaving.
I quit smoking, and less than a week afterwards I get a cough that makes it feel like I'm rupturing my throat every time I even twitch my lungs. Not to mention when I do cough it's like my lungs are trying to escape. Fire in the throat should be from good whiskey or scotch, not from simple breathing (or the dreaded cough).
I left work two hours early because I decided it was a bad thing that I was shivering in a room that was 72 or 74 degrees, and actually chattering my teeth. The headache that's set in and the achy body doesn't help either. Yay, looks like I caught the flu for the first time in a few years. Time to go hibernate under my quilt in the bedroom.
sick
