The Fog...

It's been a tough three weeks or so. I sprained my ankle about two weeks ago. I'd pretty much gotten over that when I got the flu on Friday. I spent most of the weekend sleeping or resting and I'm home from school today resting. I'm not as much "tired" as I am tired of feeling out of it. Is it surprising to anyone else that when we're sick we're so aware of how life is different, but when we're well it's just . . . normal?