Confession is good for the soul, not necessarily for the reputation. So I’m going to keep my public declarations about myself to a minimum. Do not expect a Bobby Brown biography or an Usher style airing of my dirty laundry. My life has not been nearly as interesting as Mr. Brown’s and gratefully, Mr. Raymond and I have no stories to swap. I really only have one confession to make. It’s deeply personal, and very difficult for me to admit… But here it goes.
I don’t feel well.
Those four words are incredibly hard for me to say.
Yesterday, I went to work for the first time in a week, after being knocked on my arse by a sudden illness. It was an exhausting day. All I wanted to do was curl up in a ball and go to sleep. It wasn’t post-op pain. I don’t seem to be suffering from complications. I just don’t feel like my normal self. (I mean, normal for me).
i’m walking slower than normal. My food tastes weird, and I just don’t have the gumption to get up and go as my schedule requires. I don’t even want to stay up and watch the Daily Show.
i guess my road to recovery is going to require a few more steps. I’m trying to allow myself the time and space to pull myself together… And the first step is admitting to myself, and to you… I do not feel well.