I felt sick enough this morning
that I could barely drag my haggard carcass out of bed
Sick enough that making coffee seemed like an exhausting chore
but
not sick enough to allow myself to stay in bed.
So I muddled through
wishing I could just pour yesterdays Joe into an iv bag
I was late, sluggish, worthless and lackadaisical.
If I cant be well, I would rather be really sick
instead of living in the guilt ridden sludge of in between.
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