We ended up leaving our mini-vacation early after I started feeling truly awful on Sunday night. I was running a fever of 101, sick to my stomach and B was just tired of trying to take care of L on her own in a hotel room. We hit the road and boy was I glad to be home. I’m still feeling far from 100% today. For those keeping track, I’ve now been sick 2 and a half, nearly 3 weeks. I went to the doctor Tuesday and I’m on an antibiotic, but so far, it certainly hasn’t cured me completely. My fever and sinus headaches have been a bit less severe the last couple of days, but they’re far from gone.
On the bright side, the (technical) reviews I’d been dealing with at work for the last 3 weeks or so are finally over. It’s been really difficult keeping up at work given that I’ve been feeling like crap and with the reviews taking me away from my other tasks. I’m sure this, too, shall pass. It’s only a matter of time. Being sick is just so demoralizing. When I feel well, I feel like I can do anything. When I feel sick, I just feel incapable of handling even small roadblocks.