Like running head first into a wall. Tuesday morning I was debating whether I should go workout at lunch, given that I was feeling fatigued and I had a climbing class that evening. By Tuesday evening, I was feverish and could barely crawl into bed (I had cancelled my climbing class) and promptly slept about twenty hours. I'm quite thankful that I have an understanding boss who let me take the morning (and most of the afternoon) off, although I doubt that I would have been much use sitting in a sleepy fog. I'm feeling much better today, although I'm drinking plenty of water, eating lots of fresh fruit, and am paying a visit to my acupressurist tonight.