Well, last night I didn’t watch Game of Thrones.  After posting my blog I just felt so miserable that I looked up symptoms of Dengue Fever and Malaria.  I don’t think I have either one of those.  If it is Dengue, it’ll pass in a few more days.  I am not sure if I had a fever or it was just hot.  I had the achy joints and giant headache, but it didn’t mention anything about cold symptoms.  I did debate a trip to the hospital.  I decided that if I still felt this bad in the morning or if it got worse in the night, I’d make the hospital call.  I had the thought that in other things in life if we resist what is, we just make the issue worse or at least believe it’s worse.  I’m hoping I will feel better in the morning or trying to figure out what I did wrong to get to this point.  As I’m doing that, I’m rejecting how horrible I feel now.  Am I prolonging being sick by wishing it away?  On some small level am I contracting muscles, restricting blood flow and further stressing the immune system?  So I laid there and tried to just be miserable with no thought that I shouldn’t be.  I just sweat and whimpered until at some point it cooled down enough to sleep.  I slept until 8:30am which I think is a record here.  I stayed in bed until 9:30 with very little thought.  I feel much better, not great, but better.  I stayed home until it got too hot and now I’m sitting at the air conditioned coffee shop.  Pat’s husband came in earlier with a bunch of other Dam employees.  He bought me cheesecake even though I said I didn’t want one.  It was fairly close to cheescake, just not as dense or rich.  I’m trying to book hotels for my upcoming travels, but mostly just watching the wind blow the plants outside.  I’m glad I didn’t plan to start traveling today.  Now I have the day to sit still and take it slow.

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