Flu. Like, the flu flu. Booting for reps, fever, chills, flu. Can't get off the couch to get a glass of water without assistance from a sherpa. Moved into my lungs so I can only breathe in a perfectly vertical position. The idea of doing 65# thrusters is so, so far away.
I'm looking back on Thursday's entry and realized that yes, I was, in fact, fighting something off. Awesome that I pushed it so hard that I knocked my ass out of commission for an entire week. I didn't eat or drink anything for 52 hours. Finally managed to baby-sip my way through a ginger ale on Monday. Moved to Jell-O pudding cups and sourdough toast today. Whatever gets the calories in.
Also awesome that I've dropped 8# in four days. Fuck. ME.
No training until Friday at least. Working from home all week. Today is the first day that my ratio of Up and About Minutes : Laying Down on the Couch Minutes was above 1:4, which is a promising start on my road to recovery.
Take it from me, kids. Don't be a dumbass. If you're sick, rest. Just rest. Please. Cough. Ow.
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
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Hope you feel better soon! Being sick is the absolute worst.
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