Fact: I don’t do sick well.
It is of course a fact of life that we’re going to get sick. Our body responds to changes in the environment and reacts the best it can to keep the bad stuff away. Occasionally the bad stuff has its way and knocks you on your bumm. Last night I raged a bit while writing around on the ground unable to get up and unable to force my kids to bed. I was angry at them for not deciding to listen and go to bed. I was more angry at myself for feeling like moving anywhere but that comfy spot on the rug. It wasn’t lazy. It was the sick having its way with me. Today I’m moving around slowly with a head dulled by fuzz, stuffed ears, and no energy.
The energy is about not eating and when I do eat not eating well. The problem is that I tend to drive myself into the ground and when I hit bottom I stop and wonder what happened. The New Yorker in me thinks, ‘Power through, young playa’ and the sensible me says, ‘take a break there’
Guess who wins?