When I got home from Greensboro early Sunday afternoon, I felt fine. All day, I felt OK. Through the evening, although I was tired and napped through the baseball game, nothing felt amiss. When I woke up Monday morning, I felt like crap warmed over. Had I not had some time-critical things due at work, I would not even have considered going in. I did, and it was a mistake. I steadily went downhill and by 2 PM, I had to leave.
I went home and basically laid on the couch and slept and shivered for the rest of the afternoon. By early evening, I hadn’t eaten anything all day and just trying to stand up, my whole body felt heavy and like I could barely walk to the bathroom. Around 8 PM I felt like maybe I could have a cup of bullion broth, and not long after I started feeling kind of normal. By the time I went to bed, it wasn’t bad and when I woke up today, things were mostly back to normal. I guess it was one of those one day viruses that I picked up over the weekend. It was fast onset, but luckily for me it was fast offset as well.