Heft.

My breath feels heavy. My chest lifts with a bit more difficulty today.

My shoulders seem heavy. I bear an invisible cross.

My head seems heavy. I can't seem to lift it to see the sky.

My eyelids feel heavy. All I feel like I want to do is sleep. Peaceful. Undisturbed sleep.

My fingers feel heavy. Typing on the keyboard today seems to take extra effort.

My legs feel heavy. My feet hurt. I drag my feet today to work.

The air around me feels heavy. Like I am moving through molasses. Breathing in syrup. Thick, gooey syrup.

But as the client comes in, I smile, I grin. I lift up my head and my eyes perk up and I'm suddenly an understanding, knowledgeable, sympathetic, skillful, wonderful, life-changing physiotherapist.

Yeah. FML.