Saturday started out with a run to Starbucks, which is always a good way to start the day, then I did laundry, ran errands, and watched some TV. Around 10pm, I felt exhausted and went to bed. At this point, I should have known something was up.
Which occurred Sunday, when I woke up sick (yet again). Despite this, I went skiing, and had a blast! I did much better than I expected... so much so that I event decided to try a blue trail, which was a harsh lesson in reality. I made it down the hill, barely, and woke up with a few bruises. I started feeling really bad mid-afternoon and headed home, where I promptly fell asleep, only to wake up at 3am. I probably should have stayed home today, but had too much to do.
This being sick thing sucks