Last night I slept well, got up this morning went to church (took my new adrenal support pill) and came home coughing and exhausted! I'm hoping it was too much sun yesterday in my baseball adventure. It's damn demoralizing though, I'm sick of being sick. It's hard enough trying to deal with the Adrenal Fatigue without flu/bronchitis bringing me down for weeks too. I find it hard to keep the PMA up. It's too easy to start ruminating and depressing myself with the old "what if's" that are so plentiful. Tonight I'll hit the sack early, get a good night sleep and head into work again. I've missed five days in a row and have NEVER missed that much time before. My mind starts messing with me "maybe you're falling apart" blah blah blah. It's hard enough being 52 and living alone without weeks of flu and bronchitis. Well, enough bitching, this too shall pass.
