December was, as usual, a very very busy month for me. It was filled with birthday celebrations, long work days, extra work days, shopping, Christmas parties, and other friend gatherings. I had very little time to myself. Then came Christmas, and all that comes with "I work at a church" life. We had 8 fantastic services in 3 days.
I was thankful to maintain normal health through all of these days (though my gym time was minimal *ahem*). Up until the very end of this December marathon I felt great. I couldn't wait to have some time off from work so that I could have time to do the mundane things like cleaning my house!
Apparently, my body thought differently. Literally, halfway through our very last Christmas Eve service, the day before complete freedom, my body just decided to quit. I'm pretty sure I heard my throat, my singing voice, and my energy levels just declare, "I'm done." And that was the end.
I spent much of the next week on the couch. Okay, fine. At least I have the time off of work. Too bad the house isn't getting cleaned. I endured that, felt better by the next week, celebrated the New Year, and felt great for a few days while life started to get back to normal. Then it started all over again. And it me hard!
Long story short, I've been sick for more days post-Christmas than I've been well. And I'm tired of it.
Here's why:
10) I hate coughing. Coughing is gross, and loud, and annoying. I've been arming myself with cough drops every time I enter a movie, or worship service, or meeting. Sunday night I was sitting in the front row of church and had a cough attack with no water at my disposal. I had to walk out, through the front of the church, loudly, and just barely composed myself before I had to return to the stage to play the piano for our communion worship set. I hate being that kind of distraction. It was ugly.
9) I'm tired of the couch. Plain and simple. I love catching up on movies and random television. But the couch gets boring really quickly.
8) I love my job. I don't like to take sick days. I'd rather just come in and get stuff done and enjoy people and my work than feel like a wuss calling in sick.
7) It just feels gross, and I'm always tired. I sound terrible. I laugh like an old smoker dude. I don't have an appetite. It's just simply NO fun.
6) I can't go to the gym. I finally have time again. But I have NO energy, and feel like I have to save every last ounce of it so that my body can be healthy again.
5) I have consumed endless amounts of Sudafed, Ibubrofen, DayQuil, NyQuil, fruit juices, cough drops, and Echinacea Tea. I'm grateful for all of these things and to have them at my disposal. But I'd prefer not to spend the money to keep them there. And medicine tastes gross.
4) I'm just behind on life. I haven't found time to do the simple things like grocery shopping, and errands, and even paying the bills, or updating our cable. Being sick just takes the life out of me.
3) I miss all the fun stuff. I've had to turn down lunches, concerts, and all sorts of fun events with friends. I hate doing that.
2) I can't sing. This isn't like, a soul crusher to me or anything...
1) I miss friendly interaction. My friends have said things to me like, "I don't wanna stand next to you.", "are you sure you should be here with us?", and "I'm not gonna hug you." I love my friends. I love being with my friends. I love hugging my friends. And this makes me really, really sad.
Anyone else feel the same way? I'm done.
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