The road to recovery hasn’t exactly been the smooth ride I was expecting, but I’m still headed in the right direction. A variety of symptoms come and go, but they don’t seem to be well enough organized to hit me all at the same time, the way they did for most of the week. And my energy level has risen to about where it usually is. Which isn’t all that high, to be perfectly honest, but it’s what keeps me going.
The Nyquil gel caps I was using helped me sleep, without the nasty rotgut taste of the liquid stuff. I was determined not to stay on the medication any longer than I absolutely had to, so I quit Friday night and paid the price by not sleeping well, although it was less from the symptoms than from the fact that I’d been lying around in a bloated mass for six days. There’s only so much rest available in a week, and I think I’d used mine up by Friday night.
But at least it was the weekend, so I could sleep as late as I needed to. And really, I think that what has me feeling so much better, overall. I tried to get a little work done during the day, but I guess I must be out of the habit, because I didn’t try very hard. I’m pretty sure I’m ready to attack Monday with my usual enthusiasm, though. |