I was going full throttle at the end of December all through the first week of January, when I was hit last week with a flu virus. Or bacteria. Rhinovirus, right? So yeah, virus.
When I was younger, the shortest amount of time I fell sick was three hours. Nowadays, it takes a week, it seems.
I'm past the worst but still feel a bit weak. Rather than pushing it, I am going to go to sleep soon, after taking my meds.
There are so many things that need tending to. Pisses me off, actually. I have several deadlines looming, but since I gave myself a few days margin, I think I can wing it through to the real deadline.
Still angry. But that doesn't help. I still worked through the feverish conditions but progress is slow. I ended up watching a lot of YouTube videos while drinking lots of soup and eating oranges.
I stopped drinking juices for a while now, and focus entirely on oranges.
Man, I'm getting old. The parts are not working as well as they did. But they had a good run. I had a good run. Can't complain, really.
But... come hell or high water, I will finish these things I'm doing by tomorrow night, 24 hours before the deadline. I stake my grandfather's reputation on it. Not mine, obviously.
I am better, really. Just the tail end of it. The weakness that comes with being sick.
