Taking a Sick Day

I hate taking a sick day! I don't feel sick...no fever, chills, sneezing, pain. Nothing. BUT, I just don't feel good. I can't put my finger on what's wrong today....I just don't feel good. I'm tired - not sleepy. My mind is a bit hazy and I haven't taken any meds to cause that. I got out earlier to run an errand, thinking it would make me feel better; it only made me more physically and mentally tired. I am drained. Now I'm home tucked back in bed.

Yesterday I went back to church...I did much better this time.There were a few moments (especially during the praise worship) that I had to completely shut down my thoughts and emotions just to get through it, but I didn't bolt for the door right afterwards. Baby steps....

We are less than 35 days until the end of deployment! I told Rich last night that I didn't care how long it took to get him home once he left Afghanistan...as long as he was out of there!  It's when he is on the Freedom Flight that I will finally be able to exhale and know that it's truly over. We'll both carry with us the battle scars - we'll be okay together.

There's no rhyme or reason for today's post. Nothing catchy or witty.... just words today.