(I’m not actually going to compose an ode to my cold, it was just a catchy title! Sorry for any disappointment that you may not hear an untalented woman with a cold sing a song!)
Toast, pudding, orange juice, tea with honey, soup, hot toddy. What do all these things have in common? I wanted them all yesterday at some stage or another while laying on the sofa being miserable. What else do they have in common? I didn’t eat any of them. My whiney-sick-person eats included a Babybel cheese (of which my dog ate the wax and plastic wrapper at some stage when I wasn’t paying attention), a part of a smoked salmon omelette, a Larabar and a pot of ginger coconut tea. Being sick blows. Being sick and having a restrictive diet blows very hard! I realize now that I was in no way actually prepared to be sick. Ray was asleep all day (he’s on graveyards) so even if I’d been able to dream up something comforting to eat (that I didn’t have to cook), I had no one to send out to get it for me anyway.
Strangely, I saw a recipe for chicken soup on Friday night and thought to myself that I should really get some made and in the freezer in case I ever ended up under the weather. Then on Sunday I had this overwhelming feeling that I should get on that sooner rather than later. And, wouldn’t you know it, I came down with something that night. It’s so surreal to me that when your body is clear and healthy that you can totally hear the signals it’s sending. I obviously heard the “you’re getting sick” signal on the weekend, just didn’t really know what it meant.
Anyway, I’m at work today. Unfortunately. It’s unfortunate, you see, because sick people need sleep and work is a difficult place to achieve that. I’m also a little bummed that the gym was a no go on Saturday and yesterday and probably tomorrow (so pretty much the whole week) because I have been enjoying it. However, stressing your body (yep, exercise is stress. Good stress, but stress nonetheless) when you’re already knocked down is a recipe for adrenal fatigue and no one wants that.
Since I don’t have much choice but to sit this day out until I can get home, I’m doing it with hot tea, fizzy Vitamin C shots and water. I have no idea what we’re going to do for dinner tonight, however much like yesterday, I suppose I’ll be cooking it. My whole being wants to just lay on the couch (floor, landing, entrance, driveway, wherever) when I get home, but if I do that then we’re not going to be eating. In addition to sick people needing sleep, we also need food. And since I’m our resident chef, that’s up to me. Ray is also, inconveniently, on graveyards and that shift never showcases his contributory traits.
Honestly, I can totally see where it would be kind of nice to be sick occasionally, lay around, miss a couple days of work, watch daytime television, drink pots of tea and nap as needed…..if you’re a man or a child and have a wife or mother to look after you. If you’re the woman who maintains the running of the house, who puts very high value on nutrition quality and content and who is the general care-taker, being sick is a huge pain in the ass, resentment building, exhausting, depressing undertaking.