Yesterday was a lovely day. The sky was mostly clear, with only a few scattered, fluffy clouds, and the sun was shining brightly for the first time in about a week. I got a lot of stuff done yesterday: I dropped off a package to be shipped off, I got my seasonal influenza vaccination, I turned in my voter registration form, and I returned some books to the library. Today the sky was solidly overcast until early-to-mid-afternoon.
Part of the reason I make sure to get my seasonal flu vaccination is that I've had the flu before. It was awful. One of the worst parts about it was the muscle stiffness. When I first woke up in the morning, I was not physically capable of moving; at most I could barely lift an arm. By noon, I was able to sit up in bed, and by early evening I could walk around, albeit slowly and needing to lean on things for support. I could move around - that was important to me. And then, the following morning, I could barely move again. All progress was gone, like it had never happened.
That is how I felt earlier today.
Progress was finally being made. The local weather patterns were clearing up. And then the Universe declared, "Nope!" and dropped clouds everywhere. Yeah, the sky cleared up, but just the fact that it happened at all got to me, and has left me with low spirits. It doesn't help that I've felt this way before.
I wrote about the weather doing stuff like like earlier in the year. Well, it's getting to be that time of the year again. This knowledge makes me feel dread. I'm barely holding it together now, and for the next few months it's only going to get worse. I'll get through. I've gotten through this before and I'll do it again.
Right?
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