Someone must be playing some strange, detestable game on me. As soon as I get back to Peoria after my adventures in Mexico, I get a cold. Now, I can live with a cold. Even a little cold that lasts a week can be easily conquered. This has turned into a Herculean-sized challenge to overcome.
My constant battle since Saturday has been (without going into too much detail): Wake up to a unstoppable cough with a throbbing sore throat and a severe case of the chills. Often, I've awoken in a cold sweat from the sleepless night's struggle. It doesn't appear to end. I actually can't remember what it feels like to be healthy.
Its funny because all I want is what I was trying to escape from by going far away for Spring Break: Routine. It is a safety net as well as a dampener of the spirit. We want both comfort and excitement. This illness has separated me completely from the comfort of waking up and knowing exactly what I need to do for the day. On the other side, it hasn't given me any of the rejuvenation that the lack of routine can so easily inspire.
In my desperation to reel myself away from the depressant that has been this flu/cold/miserableness, I wish I could wake up tomorrow with a clear path for what needs to be done. Sadly, I think I'll be on the couch with the tissues and pajamas.
Glad you're finally back to feeling better! There truly is nothing worse than having feeling miserable.
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