My days have been blargh to horrible. This is due entirely to my damn allergies. I go to bed feeling meh, wake up in the middle of the night to an allergy attack, wake in the morning to my nose still running, and the day continues that way. Last night, I finally took a Benadryl thinking that would end the post-midnight allergy attack. NOPE. I felt the same as each previous night.
I was not going to let that interfere with my day, however. After I walked Roger to school with the doggies, I started work while riding the bike on my FitDesk. I could only do 15 minutes before feeling completely ill. My breathing has been compromised, my tummy feels totally terrible, my head hurts, and my back aches so badly. Poor me. I hate to complain so much because I know it could always be worse. (Case in point, yesterday, I looked up the boy in the bubble because I want to hermetically seal myself off from the world, but then felt terrible about making the comparison).
So today, as everyday, I am doing the most I can — working, doing a few household chores, and counting the hours til bedtime!