Wug.

That’s the best way to describe how I feel. If you say it slowly and mournfully, you know how I’ve been feeling since yesterday evening. I’m pretty sure it isn’t a real word, but I often like to create my own, when the English language fails me. I needed a way to simply state that I feel horrible all over, my head hurts, my eyes hurt, my skin hurts.

So . . . wug.

It’s early because I can’t sleep. Someone keeps snoring me awake. I also napped pretty hard right after work yesterday, my first clue that something’s wrong.

What that something is, I don’t know. I don’t feel bad enough for it to be the flu – thank God – but it does feel like a severe cold, possible sinus trouble, hard to tell. What I do know is that I look and feel terrible.

Maybe it’s meat poisoning. Every time I slip up and eat flesh, I don’t feel very good afterward. Sheer lack of planning has me slipping up a lot lately. I’ve been under a great deal of personal pressure lately, and I believe I’m starting to crack around the edges – leaving just enough room for cooties to enter.

Despite how awful I feel right now, I’m still heading in to work. You know how it is: Sometimes you start to feel better once you start moving around. And speaking of moving around . . . that may also be part of my problem. I’m nowhere near as active as I was before I joined the 9-5 crowd, and am feeling unhealthier by the day.

Might be time to invest in some home equipment, starting with a treadmill. Do any of you own a treadmill? More importantly: Do you use it? If you can recommend a brand, please do.

OK, I think I’m going to try and crawl back in the bed for an hour. More later.

Health nuts are going to feel stupid someday, lying in hospitals dying of nothing.  ~  Redd Foxx