Sick is no fun. In fact being sick is downright one of the most horrible feelings ever, isn't it ?
Especially when you're somewhere where the weather is nice and alls you want to do is get out and explore !! Not that being sick in icky weather is any better. It's not. But at least if it's miserable outside you don't mind missing out so much cause it's icky out and you probably wouldn't have gone out anyways. And it's ok to lie there in bed when the rain is pouring.
It was supposed to rain today. Instead we got sun, sun and more sun (and a few clouds just for fun). Nice. But not ok to lie there in bed when the sun is shining and the world is waiting !!
And I do not a good patient make.
I whine and I cry and I moan and I am pathetic.
I don't know what I want, yet I want something.
I had been up a few times during the night, so second night in a row that I hadn't gotten much sleep. I felt like my body was being pummelled and every single bone hurt, not to mention the twisty knots forming and expanding in my poor ole belly. And I was cold. And I was hot. And it was hot. And the cool air coming through the open hatches was too cold and made my skin hurt.
I couldn't keep my eyes open, but couldn't sleep.
I couldn't even drink water, which, for me is like taking my air away.
So for a day we had been planning to take the free bus to town and explore (and shop), I lay there on the bed but that was awful being inside on such a nice day so then I went and lay in the cockpit but that was too hot, so I tried the living room settee and I know I'm short but that was a tad too small and my feet and toes laid over the edge, which was uncomfortable, and so I went back to bed, where I lay scrunched up in a ball and wished for things to get better.
Dave was feeling aok and full of P&V and after lunchtime grabbed one of the free buses and went off on an explore, picking up some metal polish at the West Marine, and some cream for our coffee. (The Essentials, you know?)
And did some research on solar panels and getting them installed. A busy man. He made me tired just looking at him. He offered me all sorts of food and pills, but nothing worked. I hate taking pills and Alka Seltzer was just gross.
Dave made himself bacon and eggs, and in normal circumstances, what a fantastic smell is that ? No, not today, today I thought I would just gag and puke, and he's like, "you want some" ugh !! No. NO. Thank you though. Smile. Cry. Whine. Groan. Moan.
It is in moments of total weakness that you certainly appreciate what a fine tuned machine our body is (when it's working properly).
Being sick totally sucks. Totally. But as with all things you know that this too, shall pass. Tomorrow is another day. Where I will feel better. Thoughts become things, right ?