My sick day essentials: cozy blanket, ginger/honey/turmeric/lemon tea, peppermint essential oil, diffuser, lots of water.
thank you to everyone who reached out to show me some love these past few days, from giving me remedies/tips to just reaching out and telling me to feel better: you all rock!
and man, these last three days have not been fun. it's been over a year since i've been sick, but with traveling for the past 10 days, having my routine slightly out of whack, treating myself to different oregon treats i don't normally eat on a daily basis, and the change in temp/season, my immune system definitely took a hit.
it’s amazing how much we take our health for granted when we’re not sick, and how much we yearn for it when we are... but sometimes we just need to make light of the situation, so here are some of the thoughts going through my head while at the peak of my feverish state (because yes, i'm incredibly overdramatic even in my own head):
how did i get so sick so suddenly?
could i die from this fever?
i don't want to die so soon!
if i do die, at least it will be in my sleep.
but i haven't made enough of a difference in the world yet!
what will constitute making a big enough difference in the world to be okay with dying?
i literally can't even roll over i'm so tired.
i'm probably the biggest dork i know.
why am i being so existential?
oh no, i think todd is cooler than me... how did that happen?
thinking is too hard.
i'm laughing to myself as i write this now that i'm not feverish and can think clearly... has anyone else experienced overdramatic sick thoughts, or is it just my theatre background coming forward and showing my melodramatic side?