I’m still trying to decide if I’ll go to Brantford tomorrow with my husband. After having all those house guests and becoming so ill on Sunday night and into Monday I think I’ll just have to wait and see how I feel once I get up in the morning.
I hate being sick. When you are chronically ill you can’t make plans. You never know if you’ll be feeling well next week let alone the next day. I have the occasional good day but they seem to be further and further apart. It can be very depressing.
So I’m sort of trying to decide whether I’ll go with my husband to his parents. It will be our last chance to spend some time with his brother before he goes back to Chicago on Wednesday so that’s a reason to go. How I’m feeling is a big reason to stay home and rest and hope I feel better later in the week.
I hate being sick. I really hate it.
