A Tale of Two Afternoons

It was the best of days; it was the worst of days. Ok, not really the worst, but I'm working with a theme here.

Tuesday was a glorious day! The weather here was wonderful - the sky blue, the temperature warm, the humidity low, the wind only slightly breezy. It was the kind of day that reminded me of sleeping in the Quad on a patch of clover. It was the kind of day that gives you Spring Fever if you're still allowed to have it as an adult. Since it was St. Patrick's Day, it probably didn't hurt talking about old memories of years past. I felt great! I was singing with the radio. It was just a good day.

Wednesday the weather was fine. Pretty much the same as Tuesday but maybe a tad cooler. The difference? ME! I had a headache. My body was swollen, making my skin hurt. I was sluggish and tired. Just a completely different day in terms of how I felt. So after talking to the nurse to make sure some of my symptoms were normal, I just went home early and fell asleep with Golden Girls on the television.

It just boggled my mind how I could feel so differently two days in a row. Today I'm feeling ok. Not Tuesday-like quite yet, but better than yesterday. I guess tonight and the rest of the week will bring rest... plenty of rest.