9 October 2004
The Long March to Well
I never used to get sick. Actually, I’m sure that’s not true. My selective (and terrible) memory makes it hard for me to make a fair comparison. But all through high school and college, I don’t remember a single day or class I missed because I was actually legitimately sick. I got colds for sure, but mostly the kind that were here and gone in a few days and just barely put a dent in my week.
This year, it’s been different. Just since December, I have been treated to at least three full-on knock-down drag-out bonafide illnesses, sick days and all. One of them even caught me so hard that I went straight to the doctor begging for antibiotics, something I just Don’t Do when I have a plain old cold. (Everybody says there’s nothing you can do for a cold but wait it out and drink liquids until you explode, so I figure why get modern medicine involved.)
I don’t know what it is. I get good sleep, I take vitamins, I eat a reasonably healthy diet, hell I even exercise. All the things my momma told me to do, and I never did. And I never got sick. And all of a sudden now I do what I’m supposed to and I can’t turn around without catching a cold.
Today I woke up to the tenth day in a row of coughing, sniffling, sweating and aching. The last couple of days (in what I hope are the final stages of this sickness) have been almost surreal. I watched the presidential debates last night at Molly’s behind a feverish cloud, and limped home after drinking cough syrup, hot tea and ice water all night. Today, I wasn’t going to take it anymore. Today, I gorged on sleep and fluids in a last-ditch attempt to rout the persistent enemy. Laura became my ally, watching movies and doing laundry while I napped, and force-feeding me pitchers of water and bowls of lentil soup when I woke up. No more messing around, taking DayQuil and going on with a normal day. This time it’s for keeps. This time I’m getting well.
See you in the morning, I’m going back to the front.
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