Yesterday I came down with a bad case of sick. I had sore muscles and a scratchy throat. My brain felt like it only half operating as well. It didn't really hit until I got home. I made it through helping Kim the best I could, cooking and doing dishes. As soon as the last girl went to bed I did too.
Then I woke up at two-thirty and couldn't get back to sleep until four. I felt a lot better this morning but was really crabby. When I sat down for work I felt terrible again.
Usually being sick doesn't affect my spirits, but I have really been on edge since last night. I have been doing what I can to avoid dealing with people and problems.