I currently feel like I am swallowing glass, my chest feels like it is being crushed, my left nostril is closed to air, and I have no voice. Some fucking vacation this is starting out to be.
The pains started coming on yesterday. My voice was trashed in the morning and the throat was hurting. But I had shit to do as usual.
Side note - I think I mentioned it here, but it's worth mentioning again. This is one of the things I had a discussion with B about recently. I don't have the luxury of stopping. Sick? Tired? Exhausted? Don't care. Shit has to get done so go do it. I don't get to say, nope, not being an adult today. And that fucking sucks.
Back to the main timeline.
Took the car in for service at 7am. Hit the grocery store at 8:30. Went to the bank at 9. Dealt with the gardeners at 11. Oh crap, need to mail his check this morning. Handled booking of travel for August for UCLA. Coordinated dinner with my boss for Sunday night. Rearranged other plans for Saturday night.
Finally at 2pm I got a chance to relax. Until 5 when I cooked dinner, did the dishes, cleaned the kitchen.
Collapsed at 10:30.
Fuck Eat Kill, do it again.
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