Our bodies are touchy little creatures. They like to be warm and dry and are very picky about what we eat and drink. They like sleep and rest and certainly have their own special way of letting us know when they aren’t getting enough of either. But do we listen? No. We eat too much, we drink too much. Some of us even fill our lungs with smoke, on purpose! We abuse our bodies, watch our ass get wider and then wonder why our bodies fail us.
There are some things we can do to help our bodies remain healthy and strong, but sometimes we just get sick. I am currently experiencing one of those sometimes right now.
Saturday morning, Christmas-eve, my wife, my daughter and I decided to do a short 40 mile bicycle ride north, over hill-and-dale, up in the foothills. From the minute I clipped my feet into the pedals I didn’t have it, no energy, nothing. I knew I was in for a long morning ride given the company I was in, riding with my child who competes in half Ironman’s. Something was wrong but I just chalked it up to holiday merriment.
Christmas morning I did a three-mile walk with my other daughter. Same deal, no energy, slow, sweating on a cold day. Now I was getting worried. And then Christmas night, on the three-hour drive back home, BAM! No it was more like BAM, kick in the nuts, BAM! I was sick.
I put away my foolish, rub some dirt on it, manly pride years ago. When I get sick I go to the Doctor. After several attempts at near pneumonia and getting my ass kicked by strep throat, or bronchitis I waved the I am a wimpy old man white flag and make the appointment. My wife doesn’t even have to brow beat me anymore, I know that at 56 years old two aspirin and a couple of cold beers no longer cures what it used to cure. Okay, so that was the cure for a hangover but it felt like it helped other stuff too.
So I got the flu according to my Doctor that looks like he got his driver’s license and medical degree at the same ceremony. Drugs and rest, water not beer are the prescription. I guess if I had to be sick this is as good a time as any to be sick. There is probably a football game or twenty I can watch between now and when I need to go back to work, C-L-E-M-S-O-N, fight Tigers, fight Tigers, fight, fight, fight just to name one.
Happy New Year to my WordPress friends, take care of yourself and your bodies, it’s the only one you get.