Yesterday I woke up with one of those killer headaches, the kind that make your eyeballs hurt, the kind that Aleve doesn’t phase. I managed to drag myself in to my old office’s holiday party, and then managed to socialize with an old work friend afterwards for a few hours. But despite the fact that I didn’t even have one sip of alcohol, I was in bed with no supper, a pounding head, and chills by 8 PM.
Today I woke up with just the remnants of the headache and the sort of fatigue that is characteristic of mononucleosis. It was not a choice to cancel my plans for the day. It was a necessity.
So today I will sit around in my PJ’s, sipping hot tea and thinking about cooking the goose I bought yesterday sometime over the weekend. I’m not sure I can recreate the Dickensian atmosphere from last weekend’s cooking class, but I can surely try.
It’s these brief bouts of illness that make me feel grateful for my usual good health.