Nothing Common About It

Went swimming last Saturday and experienced congestion. No biggie. Post-swimming congestion happens. I was so sure that my congestion was swimming-related that I confidently told my massage therapist that I was not battling anything when she inquired.

Famous last words and hope springs eternal because I've heard a plethora of people coughing and whatnot in the gym and at work.

I have been fighting the good fight with Emergen-C, Cold-eeze plus green with sgs, ginger + lemon and rose hip teas. If nothing else, this cold should have drowned by now.

Whatever It Takes...

One of colleagues told me, by the way, that they used to throw rose hips and rub them into each other's backs as kids which reminds me of yet another colleague who's from California; they used to throw pomegranates at one another.

When I took a bath, I decided to throw my Reiki-blessed salts into the bathwater. This cold is going down!

In all seriousness, I have a fresh appreciation for wellness...

Infused with Reiki Blessings...

Feeling Human Again

Not sure what I had but it certainly wasn't common. Thought I had made it over the hump on Wednesday but I hadn't. Went to work on Friday, left around 1 p.m. since I was sitting in my office with a coat on and resisting the urge to put a cap on. Essentially, I got straight in the bed and didn't really emerge until this morning around 9:30. Somewhere in between, I got warmer, shed two layers of clothes and started to feel somewhat human again.

For this bout, coffee did not taste good. I also had to leave Echinacea tea alone. Ditto for Ricola. I continued to down "Emergen-C" even though it started to taste bitter too.

I lost my appetite and/or slept through meals, took more ibuprofen than I've taken in a year and wondered about people who are in chronic pain. Oranges totally saved the day when I could get something down.

I missed swimming on Tuesday, weights on Wednesday and my usual rock climbing session today.

I feel as if my muscles have turned to mush.

On Wednesday, I kept thinking if I could only get out in the sun (it was 68), I'd be okay -- must have been delirium setting in because I never made it outside.

I feel as if I've rejoined the land of the living and I can't wait to get back to my regular routine.

I even had the nerve to lose weight. I will say that losing my appetite made me take a hard look at snacking habits. Okay, maybe it was a medium-hard look.

Hope you all are well...