I’m feeling a lot better now than I was a week ago, a fact I’m trying to remind myself of often, because truthfully, I still feel like shit. I think I have to take back what I said about this not being the sickest I’ve ever been … if I’ve felt worse for longer in so many different ways, I can’t remember when.

Most of the worst is gone now, honestly, but I’m stuck with a lingering cough, sharp pains in my back, ribs, and shoulder on my left side (god, am I tired of sleeping–or lying, at any rate; not necessarily much sleeping going on–on my right side all night long), and an overall malaise that I just can’t shake.

Believe it or not, I’m not generally one to waste a lot of time sitting around feeling sorry for myself, but I’ve been doing plenty of it these past several days. It’s just about the only thing I’ve got the energy for.