Sick

Sometime after vinyasa yesterday I felt my body start to slow down. I made it back to my office and managed to sit down and recognize that feverish feeling that makes your muscles ache, makes your limbs heavy and painful. It had all of a sudden become hard to swallow. I reached for the cara cara orange I had cut up that morning, stuffed a wedge into my mouth and sucked on it.

After orange slices and tomato soup, I went home, climbed into bed, shoved my feet under my warm purring cat and fell asleep. Sunlight be damned.

After spending most of 2009 sick, I dreaded the idea that I could possibly be ill again. When this feeling arises, I’ve decided to take care of myself, shut down all unnecessary functions, operate on very minimal resources and rest. The only things that can fix the body. Time and rest.

I pried one crusty eye open around 7PM. The sun was still out. Daylight savings. Weird.

Eric and Johnny were watching last week’s BSG in the living room. I wrapped myself in a blanket and made dinner in hobo attire before plopping myself down in front of the computer.

I’ve been trying to make an effort to be less connected these days. As the ex pointed out, I can alienate people by being online, texting and watching television at the same time. This tends to happen in the living room all the time. When there are real hard physical bodies in my presence I’m trying not to open the laptop. Eric and Johnny don’t count though. They know my game. They do not care. I half heartedly peruse the meager job listings on Craigslist. Meh.

The only thing that feels good is standing in a scalding hot shower spraying my little homemade Eucalyptus/Tea Tree Oil concoction into the steamy air.

But you can’t stay in the shower forever.

I threw on a thermal, a pair of fleece pants and a sweatshirt and crawled into bed to shiver it off. Sweat and shiver and curse my finicky immune system.

So much for washing sheets last week. Someone sweat clear on through them last night. I’m feeling somewhat better today, but I don’t trust it. I want to crawl back into bed and go fetal for a couple of days. Argh.

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1 Response to “Sick”


  1. 1 Aunt Bee March 17, 2009 at 12:34 pm

    i love climbing into bed and stuffing feet under big warm cat. so very comforting.


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