clarification

Just to avoid anyone's confusion, although I am writing my usual rants as if I felt fine, I still feel wretched; my stomach is killing me, I am dizzy and tired, and today, going to Fort Greene to help Y. assemble the new bed almost killed me (forgive the hyperbole). By the time I got to his place I thought I would pass out, and I was covered in a cold sweat and my face had a green tinge. Figures, when I have a long weekend and should be out enjoying myself--