This morning I was terribly sick again. I was cold and shivering and achy and delirious. I felt terrible for not making it to mass. I felt selfish for having gone to my son's game yesterday when I knew I shouldn't because I wasn't fully recovered. Thinking back to it though, if I would not have gone and I would have made it to mass I would have thought that I was selfish for not having made the effort to take him.

I couldn't get out of bed until after noon. I did however make a decent recovery in the afternoon.

I hope to make it to work tomorrow.