A wave of sickness always hits you at the worst possible times. I'm supposed to be working and saving money for my trip to New York in a couple of weeks. I am supposed to be training for my half marathon. I am supposed to be running my half marathon in 4 days. I need to make some major life decisions.
But all I can do is lay here. In my bed, on the couch, in my bed again. I might go crazy if I have to spend another day in this apartment. When you stand up and feel like you are going to fall over though, it's probably a sign you should stay put.
My body just feels extremely weak. I get faint when standing for too long, I get nauseous if I move too quickly. I cough every second of the day which makes me feel like I have a 6-pack of abs, and I definitely do not. My fever finally went down, which is a blessing.
Sometimes during these moments, you just wish you were a little kid at home with your mom taking care of and catering to you. For now, informational and comforting texts of her telling you she wishes you were together so she could take care of you will have to do.
This all probably stems from me running my body like a crazy person. I need to remember to slow down every once in awhile. Not eating the healthiest, exercising every day, hiking a couple miles in the cold to sit in natural sulfur hot pots and hiking back in the middle of the night (not that smart either), then continuing to go go go the next day... is a recipe for disaster.
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