Recovery

Yesterday was a craptastic day. From about ten o’clock onward, I had a pounding headache, which I can now attribute to two factors.

1) I spent the weekend not keeping a handle on my sugar intake, so I went back into withdrawal yesterday.
2) I’m apparently fighting off something.

Kept waking up all night soaked with sweat and miserable, and when I finally had the lightbulb moment this morning and realized I might want to take my temperature, it was just over 100 degrees. Awesome. I wondered about Sam, too, who went to bed early, complaining of a headache, but after the battle to get the thermometer in his mouth, it didn’t look as though he was fevered. The battle, though, was a terrific way to start the day, on top of my fever, and it jumpstarted a fight with Eric, and then Gabe began arguing that he wasn’t going to go to preschool, and all in all, it would have taken a horde of armed and angry attackers to keep me from my run this morning. I needed it like I needed air.

Feeling better now; I think the fever may have broken, and I don’t feel ill. My headache has dissipated, as well. Lesson, the first, learned, though: I’m going to do everything in my power to keep a better handle on weekend indulging. If we can keep to only one restaurant trip, maximum, per weekend, that would be a great headstart. To push toward that end, I’m planning roast whole chicken for dinner on Saturday. Won’t want to go out when that’s the alternative!

Onward and upward, we go.