"You feeling alright?"
"No. Not really."
"Okay - Why don't you just work half a day today. Get some rest and we'll start over tomorrow."
What this tells me, is I must look like refried shit. Which about matches the way I feel. Under normal circumstances she would have said to tough it out.
I think that surgery has taken more out of me than I am willing to admit. Between that and not smoking, I didn't sleep at all last night. Which I guess I should expect to lose some sleep. But shit! Not like this. Maybe I'm expecting to much out of myself and this wasn't really a good time to quit. I mean, Damn, it has been 10 days...