Illness Strikes Again
Good grief. If it isn’t one thing, it’s another. I hurt my hip two weeks ago and deemed it time to start working it again. The rest was nice though I did feel lazy after a while. So now that I’m ready to step it up a notch with cardio, what happens? I get sick.
I feel like I’m dying. I’m pretty good at dealing with injuries and most of what life throws at me but when it comes to pain and illness, I’m a big baby. So it’s not so much that I feel like I’m dying as I hope I’m dying. At this point I’m hoping I’ll fall asleep and never wake up so I don’t have to deal with the aches and pains and general craptacularness that is this illness.
Yep, that is the melodramatic crybaby that I hide from the world.
My son is sick too (like everyone in this town right now it seems) but the doctor thinks it was caused by allergies. Naturally my husband thought mine was allergies too but I’ve never had it this bad if that’s the case. Of course, neither has Super Turd for that matter.
I’m still getting in some workouts, just not as many as I would if I were healthy and didn’t feel as if I had been hit by a bus, had garbage dumped on me, and then was run over by the garbage truck. Unfortunately the main reason for my aching body is the illness because the only thing I did yesterday was a super slow mile-long walk and I wasn’t sore from the previous day’s bike ride and toning session.
It’s pretty much at this point that I want that donut that I didn’t get at the store today. And pastries. And donut holes. Ugh. I want to shove junk in my face right now.
What do you do when you’re sick?