So…champagne. Damn, that stuff gives a hangover, doesn’t it? Both Liz and I. We finally opened our new years’ champagne, and we drank about 2/3s of it—not even the whole thing!—and we both woke up feeling like shit. It’s happened before. I remember one new years I had champagne and…tequila, I think? And holy shit, was I sick. Not nearly so bad this time, but it was enough to put me off the whole day.
Sigh.
I have this stupid lingering cough, and this weird thing where I wake up in the morning and the right side of my tongue hurts. Pretty sure it’s post-nasal drip of some kind, or lymph node inflammation. Both started when I got sick a couple weeks ago and neither has really gone away completely. I got my energy back, finally, about a week ago. But, still…the cough remained. And the tongue thing came back last night so bad, it woke me up in the middle of the night. Hard to swallow. Feeling and looking along the tongue itself, and I can’t find a canker sore or bite or anything. Ugh. Taking a bunch of drugs tonight to hopefully calm everything down. Make it all go away.
Coco’s been on her shit today for whatever reason. Actually, I know exactly why she’s on her shit: it rained all day, so we couldn’t really go on a walk. Ha. It’s as simple as that. She has a bunch of extra energy, and so she barks at us, frustrated. Seems to be calming down now, finally.
Work was…fine today. I got just enough done to not really fall behind. Or, at least, not behind enough that I can’t make it up. But, still. I’m annoyed. I have to remind myself that starting off after time away is always like this for me. Just embrace it. Keep plugging away, moving ahead. Like, I really didn’t want to do yoga today. Really really really. But, I knew I needed to. I knew I’d be fine. And I was. We did it. Didn’t feel great, but I did it.
More of that tomorrow. Hopefully I get a solid night’s sleep.