i woke up this morning feeling exactly like i have the last few mornings. filled with snot, coughing, unable to breathe freely. i've been sick for 11 days now. eleven days of phlegm and mountains of used kleenex and cough drops and vomiting and more tea than i normally drink in a year and resenting shawn because he's not as sick as i am and no energy for even the smallest tasks. i am not pleased.
but i'm trying to not feel sorry for myself. i will get better and my life will not always be ruled by coughing fits and queasiness. i'm trying to work on things as i have the energy and cut myself some slack. i'm also trying to be grateful for naps and the ability to take them whenever i need to. life may be a little gross right now but its also pretty sweet.