So, I’m fighting a fever. The past two or three days, my nose has been dripping with mucous and it still shocks me how much mucous the human body can generate at any given time. I must have expectorated as much as the weight of two children the past few days. Graphic, I know, I’m sorry.
Any form of sickness is scary for me. I’m weak and I have to watch myself. I become with my bed and try to not put myself out there and wait until I get better. I hate this. I hate feeling so weak and defenceless.
I used to be a soldier; capable of taking a lot of damage and still operating at full capacity. Now, I’m coughing and sneezing and I’m practically crippled.
I was able to get a good 12-hour sleep last night, with the help of a sleeping aid. I feel and look better and my nose isn’t dripping like a faucet anymore. I need to steel myself for a just a little bit more. I have to go to a Men’s Health shoot for an article about HIV prevention and the advocacy. That’s funny, to go to a Men’s Health shoot while I’m feeling and looking like shit. And then I have to do the groceries. I get those things out of the way, then I can just stay home for the rest of the week. I’m feeling really, really bad at the moment and it’s better to err in the side of caution.
I’m fighting a fever. The 12-hour sleep was a good counterstrike after their initial salvo. I can win this. I just have to fight smart.