This morning when I woke up, I was feeling even more rotten than I did the night before. I was considering heading in to the office but decided to first see how gross my expectorations were. And yeah, they were gross. I also had a bit of a headache, so I gave up. I emailed my manager to tell him that I would be staying home. I told him that I’d be actively taking meds so that I could be in office tomorrow (hopefully).

For most of the day I was lying in bed trying to blank my mind out in between trips to the tissue box. Man, I generally hate being this unproductive. When I knew I was taking a sick day, part of my mind was already making plans on how to best use this time at home. I wanted to tidy up, do laundry, and find some other things around the house that needed some sort of action. I felt the need to be busy because honestly this is like a gift of an extra day to bring order back to one area of my life. Heh. So much for those plans. Rest and sleep took priority today–and you know what? I have no regrets.

I wonder what’s going on with me lately. It’s only recently that I’ve come to the realization that my health isn’t so robust as it once was. Now though? This cold has happened way too soon after my bout with bronchitis. If I was stubborn and went for a long slow distance run this past Sunday morning (just like I did last October), I’m sure I would have ended up with bronchitis just like back then. I’m not too concerned though. I mean, I guess it would be really easy to blame things like my job and running for weirdly affecting my health levels. However, I think this has just been a tough few months–nothing more. I think soon enough these things will pass and my health will be good enough so that I won’t have to stress about it.