Down with the sickness
Over the weekend L caught some sort of bug. By Monday it had passed on to me and it hit me hard. Sinuses were congested and my throat felt rough and irritated. I can deal with those symptoms though; I’ve had worse from some bad allergy attacks.
The worst thing about being sick is how weak it makes me feel. It isn’t a feeling of being tired or exhausted because I do have the energy to get up and go. The problem is that the energy doesn’t seem to go where I want it to go. Almost like when you don’t have enough water pressure for your shower; the water is still flowing but since it isn’t flowing strong you’ll need more of it to rinse the shampoo out of your hair.
I have noticed that this feeling of weakness has bothered me more now that I’m practicing a martial art. My Arnis has made me more comfortable with my body and with what it can do. This makes it easier to gauge just how sick I am because of how much less I am able to do.
All of this must sound like common sense but it’s something that just occurred to me today. You have plenty of time to reflect when you’re recuperating in bed.