Tripping on Mucinex, Be Thankful for your Health
"It is no measure of health to be well adjusted to a profoundly sick society."
I’m sorry, it’s been a few days, I’ve been tripping on Mucinex, I seemed to have caught a bug the evening before Christmas Eve, and I’ve been coughing, sneezing, and aching since then. I woke up this morning feeling a little better; I think this is the end, I pray this is the end, I’m never sick, well, I’m not sick often.
My Queen was the first to contract this plaque of death; we still held Christmas, we washed our hands often, at this point, we do not think we infected others, that was our biggest fear. But the show had to go on; it was Baby Jesus’s birthday!
It’s Thursday, I think, this week has been weird with Christmas, but I am pretty sure today is Thursday and tomorrow is Friday. The Mucinex has my mind a little disoriented. My Queen is still in bed, we have two more days of work before jetting off to a beach, we need to wrap up a few things, but I can’t wait to go south and relax.
Being sick sucks, I did get up yesterday and straighten the house up after Christmas, the boxes, the kitchen, all needed a little attention, but after that little two-hour project, I fell into my chair exhausted. I’ve slept more the last couple days than normal, whatever this is, it sucks the life out of you.
My nose is a faucet, running and I cannot find the damn nob to turn it off. Thank God for Kleenex, paper towel, and toilet paper. Whatever paper product that happens to be close, I’m grabbing it!
The thing about being sick is that it reminds you to appreciate your health. I don’t have time to be sick, I’m sure you don’t either, but when it hits you, you have no choice but to ride it out.
Sitting here this morning, I think I need a little more time to relax and rest. I have a couple of projects I need to complete by tomorrow at 5:00, but I think those can start at noon or later today. I think I’ll take it easy, I think I’m running about 83.45%, but maybe with a few hours, I can get to 95%.
Again, I’m not thinking. It’s like the drugs have taken over my mind. I’m not going to take anymore but don’t think I would have done well without the aid of that every 12-hour miracle. It made the hours passable, but damn it dehydrates a person. I’ve already drunk about 30 oz of water this morning, and I’m still dying of thirst.
I think this morning I would like you to think about your health and thank God you have it. Living less than 100% has reminded me of the beauty of a full tank, a clear mind, and an active body. When one is well, there is no limit to what they can accomplish, but when we are less than well, life is hard. I think I might be a little bit of a sickness wussy. I do not do well when sick.
So today, whatever day it is, enjoy your health. Breath easy, enjoy not coughing, sneezing, and exercise if you have the strength. A healthy body is a gift, and a sick body is a reminder that we need to be appreciative of our normal health.
The good news about being sick on Christmas is that we didn’t miss a day of work, we gave our staff off yesterday, and so technically we’re back today, but I think this morning we will take it easy. By noon, I’ll be running and gunning and tomorrow I’ll make up for this mornings lack of productivity.
I’m going back to bed!
"It is no measure of health to be well adjusted to a profoundly sick society."