I’m laid up tonight with allergies feeling sorry for myself.
How can something so beautiful cause me so much misery in its creation?
Today is the first time in days that I’ve been able to sit upright without feeling woozy, keeling over from a splitting headache or coughing my lungs out.
The past couple of days have been horrible; I seriously thought I was going to die!
I’ve been very sick. It all started with a small harmless cough on Saturday – and then things started falling apart.
I spent Sunday flat on my back, the cough progressed to worse, I was extremely tired and weak with a bizarre headache – I guess it’s tension headache or some such.
My appetite is completely gone; I secretly hope I lose tons of weight from this, at least get something for my worries.
The most annoying thing about being sick these days is that everyone thinks it’s swine flu, or if you live in my household, it’s cancer or some sort of auto-immune disease.
I went to work on Monday in some lame attempt to work off the sickness, it didn’t really work.
I came back home and went to sleep, I slept in today. I feel much better; I’ll be sleeping in again tomorrow.
I’ll get back to world domination some other day.
Until then here are some pictures, hope you’re feeling better wherever you are.
Umbrellas and beads at the entryway.
That old blue car at Place de la Concorde.
Inukshuk at English Bay.
Rembrandt at the Art Gallery.
Blog window display at Holt Renfrew.
Footbridge at Canary Wharf.
I didn’t go to work today, I stayed in bed instead and watched sci-fi movies; Contact, Sphere and The Abyss.
I heard the rain this morning as I slept in, I wanted to go walk the seawall later on in the day and take pictures of fall foliage.
Somehow I never managed to get out of bed.
I never enjoyed my sick days when I was younger; I’d stay in bed for few hours and spend the rest of the day running around with my mom.
She didn’t think anyone got better by staying in bed.
I did enjoy my day off, although I thought about days spent outside, in the sunshine, active and feeling healthy.
Days like this:
I can’t wait till I can jump like this again, maybe tomorrow.
Sometimes I forget how hard it is to perform the simplest of tasks when one is ill. I’ve been a little under the weather lately.
Friday was the annual Snowshoe-up-the-cabin day, it was a miserably cold and rainy day downtown and I almost didn’t go but I’m glad I did because being up in the mountains definitely did me some good even if it didn’t cure me of my ailment.
Nature surely is amazing; in less than thirty minutes, the gloom and perpetual rain of Vancouver was behind us and we were in this wondrous winter wonderland – it was like we’d come thousands of miles to a new country.
The trek up to the cabin reminded me of my mother who believes the best thing to do when you’re sick is to keep moving.