To add insult to injury, I look like death warmed over. I managed to shower this morning and take Cheyenne to school, but my hair has not seen a comb and makeup required more energy than I had. I feel crummy and when I pass by a mirror I feel crummier.
In one passing glimpse I thought I was looking a bit too much like the crypt keeper. I scared myself. I have avoided seeing my own image since.
It has been said that when you look good, you feel good. If this is indeed true, then it makes sense that when you look bad, you feel bad. That is why I feel crummier I surmise. I wonder if I would feel a bit better if I looked good. I wish I could care more about looking good so that I could test that theory. But I cannot find the energy for anything except being irritated about succumbing to illness.
I am a pathetic sick person. I just want to crawl somewhere and be left alone. If a cave was available, I’d crawl in there and bemoan my misery like a crazy hermit who talks to herself. I figure the sooner I get the rest and recuperation part done, the sooner I can get back to a life where I can look in the mirror without cringing. Based on the way I feel tonight, I am guessing that tomorrow will likely be more of the same. It is going to be scary around here folks…look away! ;-/
Day one thousand three hundred and fifty-nine of the new forty – obla di obla da