Sick (264.6 lbs)

I am sick - this came on really fast I had a sore throat a couple of days ago but in just a day's time it was all in my chest, and I was achy and felt mildly feverish. Of course this put my wife on edge, because I even mentioned it. I think she thought I was trying to get out of helping clear out our upstairs to prepare for new carpet.

This is very frustrating to me. I raked leaves and bagged them into these huge heavy bags and dragged them to the community cleanup dropoff point this past fall - with a severely sprained/broken ankle. We're talking my ankle was nearly the size of my calf, it was so swollen. If anything, when I am really sick, I try to do more to help, because I feel guilty for being sick.

So, instead of resting and trying to get my chest clear, I
worked from home so she could play tennis and go out with her friends
graded the boys' math
took Frances to acting class
took the kids out for lunch because they had done well on their math
picked up Rutledge, which she originally had planned to do but took a longer lunch
came home, took a tough conference call where I was grilled on my work (no problems - but it was a hard meeting)
Helped Nancy take things downstairs from up
got water for the fish from the fish store
picked up frances from ballet
got dinner from martins
set up for dinner
took the boys to boy scouts, with rut and frannie in the car to take them to the pool, so nancy could go to a meeting
came home to help Nancy, who had lost paperwork she had promised to someone, so nancy could go to a meeting
found replacement paperwork, on the web, and printed it
delivered paperwork to the promised person so nancy could go to a meeting
took frances and rut to the pool
picked up walt and ollie because nancy was at a meeting
brought dogs in and into their crates and to bed
came home and got rut to bed
helped carry things downstairs
put the dogs back into their crates, because they had been let out and not put back

However, I am sure it wasn't up to expectations. I truly am nealry ready to give up.

Good things of the day - lost weight. spent some quality time with the kids

More ok things - I got back my bloodwork from the doctor and while some things are a little higher than they ideally should be, nothing is totally off the charts scary. A funny thing - I am vitamin D deficient, which is something Walt was diagnosed with. It seems like the latest scare from the medical community. Nevertheless, I am taking a 5000 IU vitamin D supplement. Maybe it will help with losing weight. And, being fat supposedly sucks vitamin D out of your system. So, whatever. I will take it. What is the worst that will happen? At least I won't get rickets.