It’s 3:00 a.m. I’ve lost track of the number of times I’ve been up since going to bed.
As I strip down to my boxers, I remove my shirt and instantly I begin to shake. Normally, the temperatures during winter do not bother me, but when I am sick my body responds very differently.
I jump into bed and pull blankets up to my chin in the hopes I can scare away the chill. The chill went away but the aches in my legs remain. I think about getting off to walk to the kitchen to get more Advil and quickly the thought gets pushed to the side. Another 30 minutes and the pain in my legs wins out. I rise, throw on a sweatshirt and run to the kitchen to grab a couple of Advil. I run back upstairs in the hopes that my body temperature will rise enough when I jump back in bed that any chills will not be present.
I feel like crap. The common cold simply sucks.
It’s funny the thoughts that come into your head when you wake at 3:00 a.m. after four hours of sleep.
“Fuck I feel bad.”
“My head hurts.”
“I need more Advil.”
“I need chicken soup.”
Advil has done its job. I rose to shower and get ready to go to work. Breakfast was eaten simply to provide fuel for my body. There was no taste. Coffee is brewed, the smell which I can barely make out. Advil did the trick and the physical pain has been reduced to something which is almost nonexistent. My physical health now partially restored with hope the remainder of the day will bring more of the same.
I rose to shower and get ready to take on the day. Breakfast was eaten simply to provide fuel for my body. There was no taste. Coffee is brewed, the smell which I can barely make out. Advil did the trick and the physical pain has been reduced to something which is almost nonexistent. My physical health now partially restored with hope the remainder of the day will bring more of the same.
Breakfast was eaten simply to provide fuel for my body. There was no taste. Coffee is brewed, the smell which I can barely make out. Advil did the trick and the physical pain has been reduced to something which is almost nonexistent. My physical health now partially restored with hope the remainder of the day will bring more of the same.
There is knowledge which I find in illness. It is there for all of us to see if we choose. I will spend this day relaxing, writing and reading. Taking time for myself when so much is given to others.
Namaste
The Stoic Social Worker 