Hope they remember this at annual review time!
I'm getting it. Feel like hammered crap. The only thing I absolutely need is cat food & I'm going to have DH pick that up. Otherwise, I have Ted Kennedy's memoirs to keep me company - oh - and that 85 pound German Shepherd who will be heartbroken that we don't do our usual walk-play-ball routine.
See, I'm a good doo-bee. Where's my atta-girl?
Just a note on my experience. The day before I started to feel bad, I didn't have the usual spark on the bike. It was weird - normal exertion felt really hard. I had zero symptoms otherwise. Don't know if that was the beginning but I'm glad I honored my body & took a leisurely ride.






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