The weekend started out as a normal Friday night as it was movie night complete with popcorn. It had been a very busy week so I went to bed early just attributing my fatigue to the weeks activity. Saturday morning Kibbles and I went for our normal Saturday walk and I carried on with my normal activities on the to do list
3 p.m. the bell tolled and it tolled for me. I suddenly felt like I had run a marathon with all my muscles aching but knew it couldn’t be that because I also had a fever. I decided to go to bed in hopes of sleeping it away. Sunday was a better day but by night the plague had returned. Monday morning, superwoman here was going to play the martyr and make it through a day of work. By the time I was half-way to work common sense took over my denial. I called in and made the drive back home. I did make an appointment at my doctor’s and found out I had bronchitis. I was actually happy it wasn’t pneumonia.
I am on antibiotics and was finally able to sit up for more than 15 minutes. I am also at least breathing better as well.I still have coughing spells but hoping that gets better soon. Through it all there has been some positive things about being forced to rest
- I have seen some of the Olympics live. When you sleep all hours it can really play havoc with your sleep schedule. At least the Olympics is better than watching Cindy Crawford or Tony Horton infomercials.
- I have made a dent in my Amazon Prime movie list. Not saying I watched from beginning to end but some of my choices certainly helped put me to sleep.
- I was able to read some of the books on my reading list.
- I learned that sometimes you need to stop and rest.
I am taking one more day off then hopefully return to work. At least it is a short work week!