Sick, Sick, Sick

I never get ill in a normal way.  Most people get colds.  I called in to work today with temperature regulation issues.  Essentially, last night, it was in the high 60s/low 70s and I was wearing a fuzzy hat, sweater, pants, socks, and hidden under a blanket.  When I went outside, I grabbed my gloves and my warmest coat.  Then, while I slept, I sweat (sweated? swot? …I must be sick, my grasp of the english language has left me…) through two pairs of PJs as well as drenched my sheets, blankets, and pillow that I’d brought from the Weighted Journal.  I mean, I feel a little weak and woozy as well, but essentially I called in with a case of the sweats.

I did make it a whole year without being sick, so I’m not too disappointed, but when I fall under the weather, I always try to figure out what my body is telling me.  Am I working too hard?  Nah, I’m only doing 40 hours a week, nothing crazy.  Am I too stressed?  Well, I’d say normally stress is at a 2 (out of 10) and lately it’s been at a 3 or maybe 4.  So no, I don’t think that’s it.  Is my body not liking the way I’m eating and/or exercising?  Well, I do know that consuming less calories does make you succeptible to whatever is going around, but exercise is supposed to boost your immune system.  Perhaps it was just my time.

I am not liking this forced vacation from the gym though.  Today will be day 2 of sitting on my ass, and I’m pretty sure I won’t be back to 100% normal tomorrow either.  I always get antsy when something keeps me from working out normally.  However, I do like that I have been dropping weight this week.  I’m down to 154.8!  Less than 5 lbs to go to 150, and less than 2 to go for my goals this month.

I’ve had a weird history of being sick.  When I was little, I was a very sickly kid.  I would be out of school all the time for colds and ear aches and the like, and unlike most kids, I would beg my mom to make sure and pick up my homework so I could work on it, and she was the one who would force me to stay home  just another day to make sure I felt all the way better.  Then, as I got to be a teenager, I would get lots of bouts of the 24 hour flu.  I’d feel super sick, throw up a few times, go to bed, and wake up feeling fine.

Then, as I got older, I got sick a lot less, or at least acknowleging illness.  Once you get to college and have to get a doctors note to skip some classes without grading implications, you learn to tough it out.  Then, once you start working without sick days – bringing the illness into the office is the lesser of two evils to not getting paid.

My body then realized it had to get creative to get me to stay home and recoup.  Three years ago, I came down with a really awful case of Vertigo.  I had been working like 100 hour weeks and ignoring everything else and I woke up that fateful Tuesday morning super dizzy.  I thought I had a brain tumor.  I couldn’t keep my eyes open for more than a few seconds without feeling icky, and when I went to emergency care, while I was waiting in the lobby to get my prescription, I had to sit up too long and I ran out to the parking lot to yack.  I spent the next 4 days eating saltines, drinking ginger ale, and listening to gameshows because it was the most entertaining thing on TV that didn’t take the ability to actually WATCH.

When I moved here to Austin, my first week on the job, I got a really bad flu.  I couldn’t eat anything solid for 4 days. I lived on Gatorade and pretty much worked, counting the hours until I got off, and then slept.  I felt bad that I was such a horrible employee, but apparently I was such a vast improvement over the previous AP they were still impressed.  Yay!  I have to say that while it was a super miserable week, getting sick and losing that 10 lbs was the best thing that happened to me, because once I regained some of it, I decided that losing weight was a good thing, and I wanted to do it (but the healthy way).

Anyways, off to watch Zliten play Fable and try to feel better.