January 27

If I could take a picture of the inside of my brain, it would be compressed to 2/3 its original size and filled with a combination of cotton balls and spider webs. All the muscles in my body are tied in tight red knots. Opening my eyes takes monumental effort. I am such a wuss. I have been far more sick than this and not complained half as much. I have no choice, though, I have to go back to work tomorrow. We’ll see how that goes. I’m literally leading back to back meetings all eight hours of my day. I’ll just have to give it a shot and if I can’t do it, throw in the towel. At least I’ll have tried.