Being sick is a terrifying thing. Unable to think clearly as if a fog had seeped into the nooks and crannies of your brain, leaving all your thoughts hazy and misty. Unable to sleep two nights in a row as the wheeze of each breath is a shriek and subsequent rattle in your ears. Feeling like a fifty year old smoker as each breath you take is only half, for the overwhelming pressure on your chest erupts into a barrage of coughs least you grow greedy. Not only mentally taxing but being physically weak and drained. Going from jogging an entire hour to feeling light headed and out of breath from one flight of stairs… that scares me. Makes you thankful for being born healthy and whole.

Thankfully, I’m on the mend and my lethal mix of fever, cold and cough are fading. Now I no longer have an excuse to lounge around in bed instead of getting through that last minute holiday homework. Sigh.