I don't know where the idiom "Under the Weather" comes from. Is the goal to be "Above the Weather"? "Inside the Weather"? Where in the Weather should I be?
Either way, I'm feeling a little like a science experiment lately. Those are my morning pills. 3 supplements and 4 prescriptions. My medical team is trying to figure out what is wrong with me and the testing is not coming up with a whole lot of answers. It feels like a two steps forward, one-step-back situation. I know it's only temporary, but for the two weeks that you're knee-deep in it, you get to feeling a little burnt out. Especially at about day 10 which is where I'm at in this round.
I know I shouldn't complain. Especially when I compare with my step-monster who had a lung transplant a couple of years ago. The picture below shows her morning pill pop. And that's just 1 out of 3 times she takes them. (We were discussing our pills on the phone yesterday so I took a pic and sent it to her this morning. Then she sent me a pic of hers. She taught me how to swallow pills when I was a teenager. I couldn't take a tiny Sudafed until she showed me how. So I've come a long way since then and I knew she'd appreciate seeing the handful I can now swallow.)
There's a lot more to this story that I'm not going to write about (but would happily discuss with anyone that asked). I'm just not feeling like myself and I'm trying to snap out of it. I'll get there... I'll get there...