Ewdamnit.

I hate being sick. Like, really hate it.

I think half of my frustration is being physically unable to rise to an occasion or push myself when needed. Like at work yesterday. I've caught myself slacking on the job recently as so I've been making an effort to really up my game.

Except that yesterday I was hit by the insta-cold from hell.

Runny nose, leaden head, sneezing & coughing, queasiness. Tired, achey. Grumpy and irritable. I was not a happy camper. And it made upping my game on a day as important as yesterday that much harder. See, with the holiday sale combined with recent efforts on our part to draw in more customers, we've been totally ballin this week.

I think I did fairly well overall, but it was frustrating that I simply wasn't as up for it, physically, as I wanted. Of course pushing my limits/comfort zone wasn't going to be easy, but it shouldn't have been that hard.


So I just really hate feeling sick. The whole gamut of it. The gross feeling, the feebleness, he lack of energy or sustainability, all of it. It really sucks and I, for one, get immeasurably frustrated when it gets in the way of things I take serioulsy, like my job or time with friends.

Or blogging. I'm pretty sure this is one of my more confusing posts from the last few months. Fuck my head.