Monday, monday

I called in sick today and stayed home from work to fight off a cold that seems determined to settle in my ears. Don’t you just hate that? Ugh.

Also, this morning I feel like I’m just starting to emerge from a solid week of broken days. I hung on during the week, but on Friday, Saturday & Sunday I could barely get out of the house. I know that it’s important to get out and connect with people, so I didn’t cancel a dinner date that I had with two girlfriends on Friday night, and was really glad I went because I had a very nice time and came home feeling better. Saturday, though, I cancelled a walking date with another friend because I just couldn’t find the energy to organize myself for the excursion.  Sunday was similar energy-wise. But then flowers arrived from my beautiful son & daughter-in-law, and in the evening we all went out for supper. Again, I had a very nice time and felt better for having gone out and celebrated mother’s day with the kids.

Today, even though I don’t feel well because of the head cold, I feel the depression fog lifting a bit. Enough to take a good look in my fridge and think about meals for the coming week. Enough to actually do something about it, which was to drag myself up the street to the grocery store, buy vegetables and make a pot of broccoli soup that I can portion into containers for lunches. Enough to make a huge pot of brown rice and chop several days worth of vegetables that can go into the fridge to be used during the week. Enough to make a doctor appointment for tomorrow to see about investigating other reasons for feeling the way I do. Ask to get my hormones tested, get another thyroid test, talk about the medication & dosage I’m taking.

And for the rest of today? I see pots of herbal tea, a box of kleenex and a nap on the couch in my immediate future. Monday, monday, sometimes just turns out that way.


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