As usually happens when I come down with my first cold of the year, I had to process it before I really accepted it.
Stage 1: Denial
*Upon waking* My throat hurts. I can't swallow. Everything feels like glass! Maybe it's post-nasal drip. Maybe it's allergies or a dry throat from moving the bed right under the AC. Yeah, that's probably it. It will feel better after I eat breakfast.
*Examining the back of my throat in the mirror* It doesn't even look that red. If I have orange juice before my coffee I'll feel better in a matter of hours. That's how vitamin C works, right?
No but seriously, I feel fine, this is all in my head.
Stage 2: Reluctant Acceptance
Why is it getting worse? This isn't fair. I'm a healthy person!
I want a popsicle.
Stage 3: The Blame Game
What did I do to deserve this?!
This is what I get for breathing recycled air trapped in a plane with a bunch of coughing old people.
This is what I get for letting kindergarteners hug me.
This is what I get for talking with Elizabeth about how gross kindergarteners are. Karma!
This is what I get for eating junk food all weekend and destroying my immune system.
Stage 4: Regression
I want soup.
I want ice cream.
Why won't anyone make me soup?
|I moved the furniture around on Tuesday afternoon and as a result, Matt and I switched sides of the bed. I think this was a mistake!|
Stage 5: Denial, Revisited
I should go to bed early...but I'm sure this is just a 24-hour thing.
So honestly, I feel okay enough that I could have worked out today, but on top of my sore throat, the top of my right foot and my ankle have been a bit achy today. I think I've pushed my limit of working out without properly stretching so I took today off with the intention to foam roll and really stretch. Neither of which I've actually done yet. But there's still time.
I'll be using this random day off to my advantage. Hopefully soon my calves, ankles, and throat are all feeling right as rain!
Do you go through denial when you start to feel sick?
Do you have to sleep on your side of the bed?