Photo by Chris
I woke up this morning feeling overwhelmed.
A lot of it had to do with the fact that I had fallen asleep at around 3 PM-4 PM yesterday and woke up at 7 AM this morning, due to a cold that I’d been staving off (from Chris, who is still dealing with the cold after weeks of having one) while recovering from my cyst rupture and ER stays, and this cold somehow decided to take advantage of my compromised immune system sometime on Friday, when I was supposed to go to my uncle’s house for our Thanksgiving dinner. I woke up today feeling confused; my throat burned; I hadn’t eaten since 1:30 PM yesterday and had no appetite. I picked up my phone in bed and texted my supervisor at work. I checked my email, which was brimming both with people who were concerned by me and people whom I am concerned for, who are having serious life problems that I can pretty much do nothing about.
All of this before I got out of bed.
The fog is incredibly thick today. Twin Peaks and Sutro Tower are obliterated by white. My supervisor texted me back. Don’t worry about working from home today, she said. Just take the day off.
The day off. Replenish, regrow, recover.