I got up yesterday — my birthday — with a pounding upper respiratory infection that didn’t allow me to swallow, or breath with any skill. I am an old hand at respiratory issues (I have a tinge of asthma), but I let my husband (thanks, Frank), talk to me into going to the urgent care facility near my house, and he drove me, too.
I got medicine, laid down to nap, woke up to watch a movie, took another nap, was driven out for my complimentary lobster roll, and came back to sleep some more. It wasn’t the birthday I’d intended, but it certainly was restful.
I hope you can say the same about your yesterday.