Have you ever had the feeling like you're moving through pudding every time you take a step? Like someone cracked your head open like an egg and scrambled your brains? Like you're wearing a heavy pair of invisible oven mitts? Like your vision is constantly clouded, like looking through a wall of steam?
Maybe my analogies are specific to me, but I know we've all been sick. This one is just surprising because other than being sluggish and exhausted, I don't really have other symptoms. Maybe I'm stressed or I over-exerted myself when I shoveled snow on Sunday and I just need to recuperate. Maybe I caught a bug and I'll be puking my guts out and wishing I was dead in a few days. For now, I'm experiencing life in a way that makes me think of kitchen-related similes.
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So sorry you're feeling bad. I hope you can get some extra rest this weekend.
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