Over the last week and a half I had several blogposts in my head, but they never came out.
I wanted to blog about the winter, that I love so much, finally getting underway. I wanted to share how much I enjoyed walking to work and having that sense of wonder of nature turning. I wanted to blog about our Sunday run in the freezing snow and how elated we felt arriving home to hot chocolate. I wanted to share that my MIL is home safe, not well, but slowly improving. So many things and so few words written. See I crashed.
At my most favourite time of the year when there is snow, it is cold and when the darkness is lit by the whiteness of the environment I was struck down by a light but irritating flu. Last week I increasingly felt worse and drained of energy but as there was no real illness to be seen I kept going. One of my coworkers told me on Thursday she thought me to look pale, most certainly considering the amount of time I spend outdoors (Gee thanks was my response) On Sunday I went home from our dinner with friends very early as my stomach just wasn’t feeling right. Monday I went to work (or rather I attended) and if it had not been for SO taking me to work and public transport taking me back I don’t think I would have managed.
This was followed by a light fever (really just barely), sore bones, massive headache and exploding intestines. I capitulated and stayed home. So here I am two days later finally feeling a little bit better having spend two days on the couch feeling sorry for myself. Food is still one of those things that is not too appealing. I have forced myself over the last few days to eat and to make sure I have my fruits. My head is still easily turned into a spin but I feel as if that is the last hurdle to be cleared. My endeavour for today is to get dressed and to get some shopping. The supermarket is only 300m out and I do need some fresh air. Besides the thaw starts this weekend and I need to get some of my favourite weather into my body before it is over again.
SO seems ok from his health perspective, but I so wished I could have avoided this flu. With his mother and work and stuff he’s got enough on his plate. Worrying about me I wish I could have avoided. He’s been wonderful in making sure that there was an evening meal. A meal that had lots of flavour so I could actually taste it. And I made sure I had a plate full, because I know I need the energy to get better.
So here is to hoping that this problem too will pass and that I will get back to normal soon.