Day 3 of the common cold
I rarely get sick, so when I do, it does not happen gracefully. Although it sucks that this is how I’ve spent my (would have been glorious) 3 day weekend, at least I can be miserable in the comfort of my own home rather than suffering away at work, silver lining.
Day 1 I was in denial and pretty much went about my normal life until the night time came, then I couldn’t hide from it anymore. Even tried to enjoy a beer at the Monopole and the power went out - sure sign it was time to go home (and accept my sickness). And that I did and still remain today. Day 3…things are starting to improve slowly, but even Poopy is starting to get sick of me.
I’m trying not to see the irony in this but about 2 weeks ago I made a conscious effort to start drinking less alcohol and I’ve been making it to the track quite regularly and what happens? I get sick. This is the thanks I get from my body for trying to make myself healthier?
My mom always says the alcohol is preserving us. Maybe she has a point there?
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