The past two weeks I have been pretty sick. The flu was going around the office and it finally took me down. I took one day off completely to nurse my fever-headache-cough-sore-throat, and the next two weeks to work from home, from my bed.
When I get sick, like anyone else, I get weak. Combine sick weak + spastic muscles and you end up with, well a bad combination. For the majority of the day I did not leave our bedroom, and trips out of bed were mostly to go to the bathroom, which is about four feet from my side of the bed. That short journey consisted of me panting as I stood up from the bed, keeping at least one hand on the wall until I reached the door, getting my foot caught on the doorjamb because it was too much work to lift it an inch off the floor, and having to wait until spasms caused by said foot catching calmed down enough so I could move.
Thankfully I had my husband to bring me anything I wanted. He might not have made chicken soup from scratch, but he was more than happy to heat some up from a box. The thought of it grossed me out though. Luckily he was amendable to getting me some slices of chicken Marsala pizza from I Love Pizza (that place is worthy of its own blog post). When I lived in Paris, I got pneumonia and could not do anything except sleep and hack up my lungs. The only food I ate was pizza from the hole in the wall next door. The man would deliver it to me and always cut me a deal. I guess all that pizza and illness created a Pavlovian conditioning in me!
Also thankfully I work for an office that is super flexible about where you work. No one cared that I was working from home, in my jammies, sprawled out in bed, and sleeping during my lunch break!
I am on the mend now and am easing back into my work out routine. Lighter weights, a little less pushing myself, and an earlier bedtime than normal. I should be back to 100% in no time, and I better be because swim season is just around the corner!
