Note #41: Laid low (2009.4.16)
I am writing this note today not because I think people are really going to want to read it, but because I would like to keep up the posting frequency around here. For the first time in a long time, I have been posting something more than once a week. Originally, I had intended to post a long journal entry on a far more interesting topic. But on Tuesday, I felt the icy hand of disease grip my heart, and before I could blink I had succumbed to the horror of... the common cold.
It didn’t really feel all that common, though. I catch cold on occasion, but rarely are they as bad as this one was. It was during my first class on Tuesday that I realized something was wrong. Shortly after the class began, I felt my nose go a bit runny and my throat go a bit scratchy. I thought, “Uh oh, I’m catching a cold.” But I wasn’t prepared for how quickly it was going to hit me. By the time that first class ended, I was feeling pretty miserable. I made it through the second class, went home, and tried to alternate resting with work on an urgent project I was supposed to complete yesterday. Then I went to bed early, hoping that extra rest would help my body fight off the evil invaders.
Well, apparently the evil invaders had other plans. I woke up with dozens of gnomes hacking away at my cranium with pickaxes and a Volkswagen crammed up my nose. If Tuesday was miserable, then yesterday was the most abysmal pit of despair and agony imaginable. I debated canceling my classes (I had two, just like on Tuesday), but after eating some breakfast, getting a bit of work done, and taking a very hot shower, I actually felt a little better. So I decided to go through with classes.
Unfortunately, the effects of the shower soon wore off, and I began to feel much worse. I could have canceled at the last minute, but I psyched myself up to teach those classes. I actually stood there and said, “I can do this” to myself what must have been a hundred times. And I did do it. Granted, the classes were somewhat abbreviated, but I covered everything I needed to cover.
I continued to feel like crap, though, at least until around eight or nine last night. Then the fog suddenly lifted and I began to feel better. Having experience with this sort of cold, I knew that the worst was over, and even if I won’t be back at 100% for a few more days, at least the gnomes have gone and taken their blasted Volkswagen with them.
So, that’s it for today. I’ve got a lot of stuff I want to write about, but have had very little time or energy to do the actual writing. Hopefully by next week I’ll be back to normal, and can start chipping away at my list of Journal entries to write.