I feel like death warmed over this morning or something even worse. Death warmed over, put back in the fridge, then warmed up again. My nose is completely shut, my throat feels like sandpaper, and I am running a fever. Thank god I am not traveling this week.
Worked all day yesterday. Back into the grind and groove of things. I was supposed to meet TD (<-- the date) for trivia in the city last night but there was no way I would have been any fun. Plus the drive up to the city and trying to find parking would have just stressed the shit out of me.
I did go to my first group session last night. I felt so much like Jack at first. I came this close to writing Cornelius on my name tag. But I played nice. I think if I ignore the other people in the room and focus on what the doctor is saying, I will get something out of it. There are 8 of us in there, 6 women and two guys including myself. A couple of the women seem okay, but a couple seem like they will annoy the shit out of me. There may be too much emotion and touchy feely bullshit in the group for me to really open up. Of course, this was just the first week and I need to give it a fair shake before dismissing it completely. Got home about 7:30 from class, watched a little TV and went to bed at 9. I took NyQuil and it knocked me out. Unfortunately it did what it always does - woke me up at 2. I woke up unable to breathe, coughing, etc. Not pretty.
I am going to try and move slow today. Let's see how that works out.
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