Doncha hate it when you feel like crap – like you’re gonna throw up everything you’ve ever ingested and/or you’retired beyond belief, so much so walking to the end of the hallway seems like a trek up Mount Kilimanjaro.
Day one and you wonder: is it jet lag? Food poisoning? A bug shared by the company community (thanks oh faithful coworkers)?
Ugh. Feeling crappy sucks.
Day two and you’re thinking: cheer and positivity has been sucked dry. Hard to be joyful when you’re hunched over, groaning and moaning. Climbing under the covers seems a good idea, but would another 10 hours of sleep really help? Ugh. May as well drag your achy self to work.
Ugh. Ugh. Ugh. Feeling crappy sucks.
Day three and you’re sure . . . you’re never gonna experience a happy or pleasant moment again. What did those even feel like? Seems the last one happened a millennium ago.
Ugh. Feeling crappy sucks. Bring on the meds.
Day four. Hey, what’s this!? Sunshine? One of those longed-for happy moments? Eggs and a slab of bacon sound like they’d make for a nice little breakie.