I just tried to put in a load of desperately-needed laundry (all our towels somehow were dirty and/or sandy from last week's beach trip) -- I succeeded, actually, but now I'm shaky again. Tomorrow, closer to normal? Hopefully.
Have finally gotten to…
Have finally gotten to the stage of rehabilitation where I feel fine as long as I a) eat every two hours, b) either lie down or sit upright in bed. This is a big improvement over the last few days of just feeling yucky no matter what I did. I would be downstairs on the couch, but the temperature is better in our bedroom, so I've resorted to sending Jed / Kevin pathetic Facebook messages to please bring me soup, or salad, or cheesecake.