Yesterday was a beautiful sunny, seasonally mild day in New York. Not a cloud in the sky and temps reading the low 60’s. It was an ideal day to be outside. For that reason there must have been something wrong if I was spending most of it indoors. I woke up heaving and feeling overall kind of like garbage. The new surprise has been the amount of mucus and phlegm that has overwhelmed the system. I’m almost drowning on the stuff. I can barely hack it up and spit it out before I’ve got to do it again.
With great disappointment, I had to cancel two short meetings that were scheduled for Saturday. One in the morning with the owner of a factory from Peru. We were supposed to have either breakfast or lunch as he was heading back to Peru in the afternoon. The second appointment was with my niece and her bf who were in nyc for the weekend. I was looking forward to their short visit, but ended up regretfully texting E and I knew she would understand. I was just in no condition to meet and listen to anyone.
Saturday night was long. The clock would not tick off the minutes quick enough. Now Sunday, another nice day spent predominately inside. I did manage to get to the River today, hacking all the way, for just a short while before it’s back filling the weekend spittoon.
One thing that did help emotionally through this all was receiving a couple of messages of support today. With the way I feel, I really want to quite the last three sessions. Thinking of adding the damage that just three more sessions will do on top of the way I feel now is an easy motivator for quitting. Of course that won’t happen and I’ll do the last three. After that quitting is not an option. After that it’s all mental.