Tuesday, January 31, 2006

Yin And Yang ...

Ah, life. Ah, Einstein. For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction.

The past few days, I have felt like absolute crap.

I don't get sick very often. I am very much like my mother that way. She is a big believer in mind over matter, and she refuses to get sick. Sure, it doesn't always work, but it works a lot better than giving in to the sniffles. So last week, despite feeling crummy, I acted as though nothing were wrong. It is a tactic that has worked in the past.

Last week, not so much.

I started to lose my voice Friday night. Leaving the restaurant after celebrating my mom's birthday, I was starting to get high-pitched and squeaky. Those of you who know my voice know it is anything but high-pitched and squeaky. Many have told me I have the perfect voice for phone sex.

By Saturday morning, I was down for the count, as I mentioned a couple blog entries ago. And I spent the weekend on the couch or in bed.

Alas, the work week arrived yestserday, and with it, actual work. Feeling somewhat better, I do what I always do in those situations: I operated as though I were better. Silly girl. About 3 p.m., I hit a brick wall, my body saying, "Uh, Beth? You're still sick. Lay down."

So I did. I read. I talked on the phone but my throat started protesting, so I stopped talking on the phone.


I hate being sick. I like the sick lifestyle - loafing on the couch, eating comforting foods, snuggling under warm blankets and comforters - but I don't like that I have no real control over feeling crappy, that I will get better on my body's timetable, not my mind's.

So I woke up this morning and didn't slam the day into 5th gear. I started out gingerly, easing into the day, picking up momentum as the day wore on, testing the waters of well-being and wading in a little further.

And I had one of the best days I've had in a long time. I was hugely productive. I did really good work for work. I did things around the house. I talked on the phone without setting my throat on fire. I was still working at 8:30 tonight. Momentum indeed.

Of course, I think we can ascribe much of my enhanced state to the fact that I'll be seeing G tomorrow. During an IM conversation this afternoon, my friend Marc suggested that some of my posts should come with a warning and a reading on the glycemic index. But, he announced in his next thought bubble, they're really rather sweet.

Yes, they are. And yes, I know that I've just opened myself up to the snide Anonymous comment.


Bring it on.

Today is one of those days that no one can spoil.


Blogger Jeff Hunter said...

Poor Beth.

11:42 AM  

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