But not as happy as usual. I woke up barely able to breathe, as I have all week. I was in zombie mode at work, but we were thankfully dead enough I could get some things done regardless. I came home and went directly to bed. Bridgette woke me a little late for practice, and I sleepily jumped right in. I had to step out after only the first half hour. I'm currently in the locker room, spending the last 30 minutes trying not to throw up.
The beginning workout would have been tough, but I know myself. I should've pulled through it without much issue. However, I got cottonmouth immediately and blew up. I haven't felt like this since the Charlie Haas seminar. I hope I'm not getting sick. Something has been going around the employees at work and I don't want it. I'll be checking my temp when I get home.
On the subject of deterioration, my left foot is still not totally healed. It's not what it was for certain. I don't limp, I can walk on it and put weight on it no issue. But something inside at the base of my big toe is still off. Pulling it in any direction hurts a lot; and stubbing it or kicking something brings me to tears something fierce. The way it happened and the way it acts doesn't make me think it's broken. I just think it should've healed by now.
I don't have time to slow down. I've got double duty in a week and a half.
Wait, I guess I should mention that too.
Saturday the 27th, OSW will be at the...whatever the name of the bar is at the end of the road on the corner of Andrews and 61st st. Coyote Saloon or something. There is a benefit happening for a brother of the family. Their house burned down and they lost everything. There will be food, music, and us putting on a show. I'm in it. Make it if you can. I'll try and get it recorded for everyone else.
You know, once I figure out how to BREATHE AGAIN.
Well, if you have to go in for a z-pak, make him or her look at your toe. I'll be there on the 27th, still figuring out how.
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