It is a truth universally acknowledged that being sick is not fun.
I'm sure Jane Austen will forgive me for stealing her opening line, or part of it.
I'm in the on-and-off feverish, sneezing and nose-blowing, crappy-feeling-but-still-can't-sleep-or-read-or-sometimes-even-watch-movies mode. Mayhap tomorrow will be a better day. Feel on the edge of slippin' into darkness ...
I spent a little time in the angry and dismayed zone today, too. That can't be good for recuperation. That energy gets ahold of one and rationality and kindness and even self-preservation go by the wayside pretty quickly. I am thankful to myself for tempering myself to not act immediately.
As my old friend Kirk Foster once remarked, "Our first reactions are often regrettable."
I think the Buddha suggested that we "look within" and "be still."