So, my husband is sick and has shared his sick with me. I imagine that this just compounded the other issues I am having. While hacking up a lung, I contemplate my situation again. I have a doctors appointment on Thursday and a job interview on Friday. In the light of cough syrup, everything seems a little less bleak. There may be options and I may survive all of this yet. Sometimes fear clouds our judgement and we preemptively jump to conclusions much more terrible than justified by the situation. Given time to process the information, we realize that what we thought was a bear was just the shadow of a really hairy goat.
This week, I am not going to worry about my step count. Getting on a treadmill when you are coughing up a lung is a bad idea especially if you have to survive for a job interview. This week, I will do what I can and next week, I will return to my ascent up the mountain. For now, a sandwich and a nap is all I need.
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