Wishful thinking is not enough

I was very optimistic when I woke up this morning. I felt kinda woozy and tired, but I thought it was because I hadn't slept well during the night; I had had some really crazy dreams. My throat felt fine. I started packing my running clothes, thinking I'd run home from work. But then I made a mistake: I used the thermometer.

A whooping 37,3 was the cause of my wooziness, and not the crazy dreams that had made me sleep badly. I know it's not exactly a life threatening temperature, but fever, even a modest one, is a no-go when it comes to running. Besides, my normal body temperature can be as low as 36,5, so it's almost a whole degree more than that. It's not worth it to risk a longer period of sickness just to be able to run commute from work. I took the car instead.

The wooziness has definitely not gotten better during the day. Despite the fact that my fever hasn't gone up, I've been feeling as if I'm about to pass out or fall asleep, and driving home took some serious concentration. Now that I'm home, I think I am going to treat poor little old me: I will do nothing for the rest of the day, nothing except watch my favourite TV show and settle down with the amazing book that I'm currently reading. Treating myself might involve blankets. And ice cream. And crawling up on the sofa with a cat or two on my lap.