Monday: official rest day. I slept almost 12 hours and woke up feeling a bit better. No fever, but still extreme fatigue any time I tried to do anything productive. Also, the coughing started. Mostly upper chest and only when I get hot, but still coughing scares the hell out of me. I have coughed my way through training and landed myself with Pneumonia in the past. I don't have time to be off sick, with all the time I have had to take off taking Stella for her appointments. Well, I have the time, I just don't want to let my new boss down, as he is expecting a lot of research out of me in the new year. Plus, my original lab has suddenly picked up, so I have more than enough work in both labs.
Tuesday: Coach gave me some lee way this week, since I was still actively sick/recovering. I decided to not get up at 4 am and get as much sleep as possible, and possibly run post Stella's appointment. That meant abandoning my running partner to run on her own, but I had to recover as much as possible. Unfortunately, just the act of taking Stella in to town and waiting for her exam wore me out. This is the gift that just keeps on giving. Thanks stupid cold.
Wednesday: Another rest day thanks to this cold. I finally had to head back to work, and while the day went pretty well as I was super busy, when I got home, I was seriously beat. Andrew had wrestling again since their schedule was dictated by the high school tournament happening this week.