So the next day I felt even worse. I woke up all right, except for some indigestion, but I got gradually worse over the course of the morning. I was coughing still and I felt weak, especially in the arms. It was such that I considered ditching and going home early. I managed to stick it out, but by god was that idea tempting. After lunch I felt reasonably better, but even so I kept my eye on the goal: get home and camp out on the couch with my good friends Dr. Who, Samurai Jack, and the Teen Titans. And that's all I did.
I crashed there for a while. Then I went to the store, came home, and crashed again until sometime in the middle of the night. There was no visible clock from the couch, so I was afraid it might be really late into the morning, and I really really wanted to get more sleep. I was even considering calling in. Believe me, if we were still talking about LSI I'd have called out in a frikking heartbeat without even thinking about it.
It was only 1:50 in the morning, meaning I had plenty of time to crawl in here and get some more shut-eye. But first I chugged some Day-Quil (I was afraid to use Ny at that time of the morning for fear I wouldn't get up on time), and it seemed to do the trick as I woke up later on covered in sweat .... but feeling much much better. And at work I was feeling better, too. I still have a nagging cough, but it's going away.
These symptoms and such here are exactly like what I had last February that kicked my ass (except no sore throat this time). That corresponds to the last time I tried to kick that dirty little habit of mine. In fact, the only time I felt better yesterday was when I experimented and had one ... and it cleared me up. That is just the definition of unfair.
Although, I've only had three in the past 48 hours, so if I can get through this without them, I should be good.
Let's hope so.
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
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