Tuesday morning I felt like the eggs didn’t taste very good, and I actually wondered if I’d gotten to the point where having an egg for breakfast every morning was wearing thin. By lunchtime I was starting to feel the room spinning. By four o’clock I was on a conf call and at the end my boss called me at the end and asked why I’d gotten so quiet. The reason, I was puking in the trash can under my desk.
Wednesday was a nightmare. I didn’t eat anything and was horribly dehydrated because I had to work, and if I drank anything it rapidly escaped on the north or south highways, neither of which help me get work done.
Why all this detail? Because today was the first day I could work out, and I wasn’t able to finish 3 miles because I’m not fully back to normal yet.
