This weekend I got hit with something. Hard.
I've been coughing something fierce as it has taken residence in my respiratory system, to the point where I'm blowing blood vessels in my face and last night ran to the bathroom in a fit, fearful that I was going to eat my dinner in reverse.
Needless to say, I've passed on the gym the past two days. I would have loved to have passed on work too, but my boss and I had managed the workflow to the point where I didn't have to go in this past weekend (yay), but that necessitates my appearance at the office to keep the flow flowing.
I haven't stepped on the scale since Friday. I'll assume that I'm up. Unless the sickness and subsequent immune system's need for energy has burned up some calories and I'm down. Or maybe I'm just holding steady. Don't know. Right now, I don't much care. I just want to feel better. Desperately.