I couldn't get myself moving today. I had a lab appointment in the morning to get blood drawn, and then a nurse appointment in the afternoon to get the results, and in between I tried to work but I feel kind of like an engine that needs high-octane fuel but has inadvertently been filled with very low-octane. I am ABLE to move around and do things, but it's a struggle.
However, I did some agent research, made it to my appointments (and did not strangle the receptionist who didn't mention that the nurse appointment was in a totally different location from where every other appointment I've ever had with this doctor's office has been thereby making me very late because I had to drive to the second location), and the cat went to the vet today (thank you, Mr. W!) and she's lost 0.1 kg. So some progress has been made, however small.
Tomorrow, as Scarlett O'Hara says, is another day.
I often remind myself that I am very lucky to be alive and to be where I am and doing what I do. This whole clot situation has made that even clearer, and I don't find myself wanting to beat myself up for not working so well today. (And not just because the anticoagulants will make me bruise. :)