See, I’m an optimist. I like to think that anything is possible; that you have control of your destiny, and can create the physical and mental state of your choosing through the power of sheer will. So when I convince myself that it’s all in my head and go out ten nights in a row, remedying a head and chest cold with sleepless nights, loud music, and beer, I should be less surprised that I am sick as a dog. And now I am paying the price for my “optimism”.
I’ve been in bed all week, surprisingly without coughing up any organs (but close). I’ve ingested enough oranges and bananas to feed a small tribe for a year, and I have not even picked up a textbook. I’ve seen the entire sixth season of Criminal Minds, five episodes of Modern family, and begun Californication from the beginning of the first season. I haven’t even had the energy to get Grom gelato after dinner, and that is saying a LOT considering it is ten feet from my apartment and how strong my, um, addiction is.
On Wednesday I decided that some fresh air might do the old lady good and went for a “brisk walk” to the river, where I did yoga and some circuit training. I was hoping that jump starting my immune system would help to kick out this pesky cold faster, but it didn’t, and I didn’t leave my bed the next day.
So we’ll consider this a learning experience; a week investment towards the rebuilding of energy and brain cells and a lesson to be more careful in the future.
I want to spend as little time in my bed as possible while I'm abroad, so next time I go out partying while sick, I’ll remember to mix some Emergen-C with my chaser ;)
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