The Sickness Moves
I swear that, when I get sick in the future, I will not complain about it as much. I usually don’t complain because usually my colds are piddly little things, trifles. I never miss a step even though I might be sniffling. However, this one caused two missed running days, two hours of sick time at work and lots of Kleenex and whining. Sorry.
I am feeling better, though. It started around 8pm yesterday, this feeling better – could the season premiere of Joan of Arcadia had something to do with it? Did the healing powers of Cute Guy God reach through my TV screen? Hardly. The quasi-nap at 3pm went a long way.
After waking up today feeling like a ton of bricks hit me (and after a freaky dream where all my journal writings – memories trapped forever, they called themselves – threatened me with death if I didn’t release them), I suspected that today would be another day full of sniffling, sneezing and feeling like crap. However, after breakfast, some stretching, 3.5 miles of running and some sinus medicine, I felt okay. Actually like myself. Whaddya know!
Hopefully this is the road to a complete recovery. Then I can resume writing about things that don’t involve Nyquil.
