It doesn't happen very often. But it has happened today. I'd fought off an intense head/chest cold recently, allowing just a low-grade version to settle in. As usual, the lungs is where the real settling happens. I've been dealing with a so-so cough for a week or so. Not a horrendous cough, just a so-so one. A productive cough, as they say. Been getting nearly enough sleep and drinking the fluids.
But this morning I woke and felt yucky. The coughing was a little more impressive, but I got into the shower anyway, thinking the steam would be beneficial. Got dressed and went in for the nice breakfast Joe had fixed. And quickly realized I did not want it. I drank my juice and played with my fruit and coffee. We had a calendar meeting. That didn't help -- it added stress on top of feeling poorly. Feeling cold and tummy-achey. Called in sick and got back in bed where the symptoms were promptly joined by a headache.
Trying to keep warm, trying to rest. The one thing I did do was start a planning pad for all that is upcoming on the calendar -- I have many obligations in the next few weeks, some of them fairly complicated. Planning it all out made me feel as though it is possible to get a handle on it. But it didn't help the headache.
Going to look for a warmer blanket for the bed, one that doesn't shed little white nerdlings all over the black quilt. And then going to go get back in said bed.