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Today was a weird day.
Both my sinusitis and the temperature in the house are better! Thanks for the good wishes there.
After debating with myself, I didn't go to work today. I am better than yesterday but still not back to normal. I have chronic sinus problems and with this amount of pain and fatigue I almost certainly would have made myself go to work or try to get through a "normal" day at any time up through 2019. So it's hard to stop thinking "I can and thus am obliged to actually do my normal amounts of labor" at times like this. But it wasn't a good idea just because it was a ubiquitous idea.
But Wednesday will be a big day at work helping L. with a time-sensitive thing he really needs help with, and I figure I'll have a better chance of being well enough for it then if I don't push myself now.
Having decided this, I slept for three and a half hours this afternoon at just the time I'd have been working and walking home from work in the snow (which has since melted/rained away but it was still there then). As if to justify my decision, or reassure me at least.
I made dinner (I fancied a curry, which I often do when I'm sick) and was just taking my plate to the sink, looking forward to a nice evening of trying to stay awake long enough to have some more ibuprofen and go to bed, when...well sometimes you're the person someone calls when they should be going to A&E, and this was one of those times. Obviously it's not my place to say more, but I seem to have left the situation better than I found it, I feel okay about the contributions I was able to make and the plans I have for more, and I got home an hour and a half ago but still can't sleep.
Both my sinusitis and the temperature in the house are better! Thanks for the good wishes there.
After debating with myself, I didn't go to work today. I am better than yesterday but still not back to normal. I have chronic sinus problems and with this amount of pain and fatigue I almost certainly would have made myself go to work or try to get through a "normal" day at any time up through 2019. So it's hard to stop thinking "I can and thus am obliged to actually do my normal amounts of labor" at times like this. But it wasn't a good idea just because it was a ubiquitous idea.
But Wednesday will be a big day at work helping L. with a time-sensitive thing he really needs help with, and I figure I'll have a better chance of being well enough for it then if I don't push myself now.
Having decided this, I slept for three and a half hours this afternoon at just the time I'd have been working and walking home from work in the snow (which has since melted/rained away but it was still there then). As if to justify my decision, or reassure me at least.
I made dinner (I fancied a curry, which I often do when I'm sick) and was just taking my plate to the sink, looking forward to a nice evening of trying to stay awake long enough to have some more ibuprofen and go to bed, when...well sometimes you're the person someone calls when they should be going to A&E, and this was one of those times. Obviously it's not my place to say more, but I seem to have left the situation better than I found it, I feel okay about the contributions I was able to make and the plans I have for more, and I got home an hour and a half ago but still can't sleep.