For the first time since Tuesday, I’m awake and actually feel awake and alive. This is nasty stuff, but I can say I definitely feel mostly recovered.
Ironically, yesterday I felt better and set out to do work for work once I was up and moving. I kept falling asleep — struggling to breathe wears you out. Today I have not wanted to overdo it and, consequently, as the sun sets I’m starting to feel alive.
For the first time in weeks I can breathe through my nose. It’s sad when you consider that progress.