Mollie and I both had colds this week and in her case, it was a cold and in mine... well, it's a roller coaster ride of sickness.
I have a strange biology in regards to head colds because I can't handle phlegm like most people. I get some backed up and I become a vomiting dynamo. I've seen doctors about it and they've seen nothing wrong although once I had a scope put down my throat and I was clear for about two glorious years.
But this week on the eve of being unemployed and all the resident fear of finances, I've been really sick. Lots of flu like symptoms and just sick as hell. And it occurred to me that I felt like I was detoxing from two years in a bad situation, two years of crazy and negativity.
And then it didn't seem so bad.
I hated working for that woman. The last time I had to deal with someone that full of criticism was living with my father. And he was a sociopath. (btw: I don't think the ex-boss is a sociopath but I do think she has obvious issues).
Anyway, I wanted to spend my first week of unemployment getting things done and feeling a lot more on top of things. Instead I've mostly been sleeping. Sleeping and feeling bad. Not eating. Drinking lots of coffee and sleeping. Or laying down.
The sick is starting to go away and I'm glad. Last night I made an apple pie, even making the crust from scratch. I felt a little bit more like me. Right now I have a casserole in the oven and again, it's a slow return to normalcy.
I think things are going to settle down and be okay.