Yesterday I had all sorts of plans.
I had goals.
I had a list of things to do and I was looking forward to crossing each one off as I finished them.
Alas, none of those things were accomplished.
Because halfway through my grocery shopping it hit me like a ton of bricks.
I realized that I was terribly sick.
With what? I have no freaking clue. Half cold, half flu, question mark. Just an all around icky feeling.
I hurried home and then slept for an unknown number of hours.
It's common for people with auto-immune diseases and their corresponding treatments to often get sick. Catching colds is a hobby of mine. Though in general, I am pretty healthy despite my immune suppressant meds. But when I do get sick, ho boy! Watch out! I'm crashing and there's no sign of when I'll return to life.
So I have the sickness. The bad sickness. And add a very unfortunately timed lady cycle and life kinda sucks right now. (I apologize to my male readers at this point. I'm in a delusional fog.)
At least yesterday was a cloudy, stormy day so curling up in bed with some juice and a nap was comforting. But I'm watching the morning progress and getting angry while noticing that it might turn out to be a beautiful day.
There is nothing worse than being sick on a beautiful day.
I had a point with this blog post . . .
. . . I just forgot what it was.
Perhaps I will come back to it later. For now it's back to bed.