small sick self

Those looking for coherency should turn back now.

I have had sewing and meditation posts rattling around in my brain for a couple of days but I can't write them, I can't write or do much of anything because of my 100+ degree fever. And that's with regular tylenol and ibuprofen. I did the typical 'why am I crying' thing? which always happens when I have a fever.

I am just amazed how illness can be like putting blinkers on...my vision, my world seems to have narrowed to just the aching of my limbs. I feel badly about all the stuff I wanted to do and can't but at the same time I am too sick to care. I keep trying to gently accept my poor sick self where it is and then widen my view but it's not working too well.

ah well. I will attempt to shower today.