And then I got sick

Well, it is Sunday, and I am happy to report that after six days of feeling like complete and utter crud, I'm starting to feel... less.. like complete and utter crud. I still have about zero energy, my head is full of gunk, and I won't travel from room to room without my tissues. 

Let me back up a bit. Last Monday, I wasn't feeling the best. I thought maybe I was just run-down, especially after teaching three Jazzercise classes in 26 hours. I felt achey and tired, so I went to bed. Tuesday didn't leave me feeling much better, but I attempted to suck it up because we had a busy week ahead of us. 

On Wednesday, I felt similar to what gum on the bottom of a shoe would feel like. But, Dan, being the love he is, got us Matchbox 20 concert tickets for that night, and as terrible as I felt, I really did enjoy it. By Thursday, I was in sad shape, so I decided to take Friday off of work. For one, we had a wedding Friday night, so I was planning to take a half day anyway. For two, I needed to go visit the doctor. 

The doctor confirmed my suspicions: I was sick with a sinus infection AND bronchitis. He gave me an antibiotic and some terrible cough syrup (which, I also found out on Friday, makes me feel completely high). 

So, I've essentially spent this weekend laying down, sleeping with my mouth open, and attempting to eat whatever sounds somewhat appetizing. I haven't worked out in SIX DAYS. SIX! I'm just hoping this will all kick out of my system for work tomorrow so that I can get back on track this week. I forgot how terrible it is to feel sick.