An Exercise in Futility….

I didn’t go to knitting group as planned last night. I got home from work, quickly walked and fed the boys, stripped out of the monkey suit, and crawled in bed.* I didn’t wake up except to talk to husband twice – the first time to let him know of the dog’s walk status (and this was after he had been home a while and walked them again) and the second to ask for a glass of water when he woke me up to make me move over when he came to bed. Otherwise, I was dead to the world. I didn’t hear husband’s arrival home. I didn’t hear the alarm this morning. I didn’t hear the return home from the morning walk when Lucky usually makes a racket. I didn’t hear anything.

When I did rouse myself out of bed around 6:40 AM this morning, I felt like a real human again. No chills like yesterday morning and as today has progressed, no fever. Much better. It is questionable, however, as to whether or not I’m going to the gym tonight. I feel like I should, but don’t want to push it. I’m thinking the dogs will get individual long walks instead followed by a series of squats and lunges in our living room. (ha ha, the mental image of that is hysterical to me)

*Careful readers may notice that this sentence doesn’t include any mention of a blog posting. See, I’m tricky like that. I sometimes write several posts at once and then delay publishing so that I have regularly updated content. This is what I did for last night’s post about the gym and my goals.
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Life Opportunities, originally uploaded by DeathWing.

I got up with every intention of going to work today. I walked the dogs. Ate breakfast. Took a shower. Got dressed. As I was gathering up my things, I realized how horrible I felt and that my fever was back. I notified work and crawled back into bed.

I’ve been awake for almost two hours now. This is the second longest stretch of time since Tuesday night that I’ve been awake. The first was last night - 5 hours between 5 PM and 10 PM. That should have been my first clue that I wasn’t ready to go back to work.

We have our bedroom windows open as it is such a beautiful day outside. I actually feel like I’m alive and that I’m not a zombie. I have a feeling that our weekend will be spent as the last three days were - lots of sleep, soup, and stumbling walks with the dogs.

Sick as a dog, originally uploaded by petgreetings.

I should have paid attention to my lack of energy on Sunday. I went to work Monday and then spent most of Monday evening in bed. I went to work on Tuesday, but should have stayed home. I did not go yesterday or today and will probably not be going in tomorrow.

I’ve had the flu. My fever broke this morning and the last few days have been awful. Now husband has it too and the dogs are so tired of us being slugs. Husband was cute yesterday when he came home from work early. He said that he couldn’t have the flu because he got the flu shot this year. I chuckled and told him that they guessed wrong on which strain would be popular this year and that the flu shot was basically worthless. Oh well.