Have I mentioned recently that I've been waylaid with the flu? Yeah, I have, haven't I?
Well, I've finally been feeling loads better and yesterday evening I had a spurt of energy that resulted in the following activities: cooked dinner; vacuumed the carpets on the main floor; sorted through three weeks worth of mail and catalogs; collapsed five jillion boxes (I'm not exaggerating there) and carried them down to the recycling bin; and emptied the garbage.
Around 11:30 last night, I crawled into bed and woke up this morning feeling somewhat rested and tackled the kitchen, which included a load of dishes. Then I cleaned the bathroom upstairs, dealt with the guy from Verizon who came to fix some phone issues we've been having, had a shower, and toodled off to Target and Safeway for a few items of need. On the way home from Target, I thought, "I deserve a little treat. I think I'll stop at 7-11 and snag a Slurpee," which is exactly what I did.
Two hours later, I'm home and I feel like crap.
My head aches and I just feel wiped out.
I think maybe I overestimated my wellness.
And I was all ready to start going to the rec center tomorrow to start swimming. Think I'll be putting that off for another day or two. Bleh.
I'm not a fan of flu shots, but after this year's bout of the flu, I'm thinking I'll never go without one again.