I have a feeling I am never going to get over this throat infection and chest congestion. (Ha. That rhymed and made me happy) I went back to work yesterday for almost a whole two hours before I realized it takes way too much energy to answer the phone and I was depleting my reserve at a rapid rate. It's funny - laying on the couch gives me just enough energy to role over and go back to sleep. So, why did I think that I would be fine for going to work?
I want to be pouty and whiny, but I loathe to think I am becoming one of those people who talks about their non-life threatening illnesses until you want to poke out their eyes with a stick.