Blast. I’m sick. After all that bragging that I never get sick. Well, I’m grateful for two things:
1. I got sick on a weekend during a vacation, so it didn’t interfere with anything.
2. This has made me feel kinship and appreciation for the suffering of others who have gotten sick. I can’t imagine what it’s like for a whole family to get sick at once. Hopefully they can all pull their blankets downstairs as I have, sipping their tea, or water, or whatever it is they consume to make themselves better, pumping their various vitamins and slurping their soups. And I do finally feel a bit better.
I think I know how it started. It started with the two rum & cokes last Tuesday night at karaoke. My head hasn’t been quite the same since. And then all those holiday goodies . . . Yesterday I began to feel the onset, but I foolishly insisted on participating in everything, regardless: the tutoring session, the Post-Apocalypse party, Brian’s work party. . .
This morning as I woke, yesterday’s slight hack became a storm, and I buckled in surprise. My body felt alien to me, weak, unpredictable. So, I’ve been paying special attention to it, tiptoeing around, so as not to aggravate it. I know that Dad used to go for a run when he was sick. Would that work for this one? I haven’t exercised in a week, and today is usually one of my days. But I normally use the elliptical at my parents’ house on this day, and I have no desire to leave the house. Neither do I have any desire to clean out the whole litterbox, as I’d planned. Nor desire to finish that last-minute shopping for tomorrow.
Thankfully, Brian has been much sweeter to me than I’ve ever been to him when he’s sick — taking out Bowser, making me breakfast, fetching the tissues, getting dinner started — whereas I would admonish him to suck it up: “You’re not really sick; don’t believe it!”, and would crankily help him when he asked.
It’s been a peaceful day, me slowly recovering and trying to get through my 738-page book for book club, and Brian sitting with his headset on, playing Guardians of Middle Earth, the days solitude broken briefly by a satisfying Bears game (although I was napping for the first half of it, anyway).
Though my head is still a little foggy, I feel the congestion elsewhere has cleared. I have faith now that I will survive the holiday onslaught of the next few days. And Wednesday I plan to settle down again, alone with Pride and Prejudice, Little Women, It’s a Wonderful Life, or whatever other holiday or regular favorite I can find lying around. Just me and my movie and my tea. Some time to take care of Teri.