Something about being sick makes you fearless. Fighting off infections. The body chaotic, battling. The time off. The whisper “take care of yourself”. You have permission. Do it.
My body is trying to rid itself of somethings. My body is trying to for a state of homeostasis. I’m rooting for it.
This all started with nausea and I still feel it. My eyes feel tired and irritated, both ears feel achy, my body hurts, I feel a bit of mucous movement in my chest and throat, I threw up a little early this morning and almost again about 20 minutes ago. I hate throwing up. I cried a very little. Ever since I was a little kid when I’m sick to my stomach, I cry.
How do I know I’m sick besides all those symptoms?
Because I don’t want to be in bed. I want to do stuff. Like ride my bike to the Library or..honestly that’s way too ambitious. Maybe at this point I’d just like to sit up for a bit and not feel all hurty. I’ve brushed my teeth though and was going to hop in the shower but I’m exhausted. I’ve made a cup of camomile tea and I’m going to do my best to drink it.
In between resting today, I may watch some old episodes of Dollhouse on Netflix. Or maybe I’ll watch Happy Valley or Criminal Minds.
I hope this is just a one day thing. I really do.