I woke up feeling ill. Sore throat and fatigue. I decided to call in sick to work and spent much of the day resting in bed. I did breathing for my exercises and didn’t go for any walks. I’ve had the heating pad on my chest and been drinking lots of fluids.
I got out of bed for therapy and had a good session. I’m doing okay overall. Still riding the waves of the grief. And navigating the legal system. I’ll be going to bed early again tonight. Can’t take another sick day because I have obligations tomorrow that I can’t miss. Not unless I take a real big turn for the worse, and I’m hoping to feel improved tomorrow after taking care of myself today.
It’s hard being sick, because it makes me miss having someone to take care of me even more. But I managed. I am capable of taking care of myself. And I’m really glad I made that batch of Friday Spaghetti so I don’t need to cook anything, just heat it up. Or even eat it cold, though I haven’t done that yet with this batch of leftovers. It’s still good cold.