“For the remainder of the day: spare yourself” – Random Paper Wisdom
Dear Stomach Flu,
Although I can’t say I love having you around, I do appreciate your sense of humour. Seeing as I kept joking around how I’d surely need “a full week to recover” from a family weekend, and you making sure I needed exactly that.
A full week to recover.
Maybe it’s pure irony. Or perhaps you teamed up with my good friend Life and decided to teach me a lesson.
In case of the latter, I reckon it was a hard lesson to learn as you’ve never stayed around for this long, Stomach Flu. Five days, really?? All I can be thankful for is that at least you didn’t make me vomit. As surely you know all about my phobia…
Anyway, after days of lying on the sofa, watching mind-numbingly stupid TV shows on end while flicking through my mother’s new book (even in my deepest depths of despair I loathe commercial breaks), you put me straight yet again. It’s the same lesson I’m reminded of every time my health takes a plunge: without health, I am the poorest person on Earth and all I want is to get better.
Especially after more than one day of die-hard diarrhoea. Seriously, was that really necessary, Mr. Flu? I think I’d have gotten the message after the standard 24 hours, thank you!
Well, you reminded me I need to take good care of myself, especially when I feel fine. Because it’s in those moments when I think I am there and nothing can hurt me.
Up until that one exhausting family weekend comes along, accompanied by a not-all-together-very-well-cleaned-holiday-home-with-poor-ventilation and a swimming pool with such high levels of chlorine it’s amazing my lungs didn’t explode.
I get it: I am not invincible. And I need to remember that, especially when I feel I am.