It’s hard to pinpoint exactly when the trouble began.
Last week I started getting tired, losing my appetite and eventually craving and making a mammoth pot of chicken and veggie soup… however, I kept working and was basically fine, if a little subdued.
The sore throat kicked in on Friday, followed later on by the fever. When my throat swelled to the point of struggling to swallow, I could deny it no longer.
I was sick.
Sure, everyone else around me had been off school/work due to sickness. Sure, I’d been complaining for months that I was working too hard, needed to cut back and really wanted some time off…
But me, sick?
They tell me I was grumpy yesterday. Today I’ve been in better spirits either because I can just manage to swallow again or because I’ve mostly lost my voice and can’t whinge.
I’ve taken a few days off work in order to recuperate. I’m resting, taking herbs and vitamins and soup.
Illness is like a meditation; you become all about the here and now.
Right now, that’s in front of a slow combustion fire with blue scarf, tissues, throat lozenges, water and laptop at hand.
I will survive 🙂