A Lesson Learned on Dreaded Day Five

It’s day five.

One day since the fever broke.

Two days since I’ve stepped outside.

It’s been three days since I’ve taken a shower.

And four days since I’ve actually smelled something…which might be good considering the look of this place. But today is day five and I fear I am now at my breaking point. You know…that point when everything just turns a bit more sour than you imagined it could. The day you realize you are actually grossing yourself out with your own unmanageable cough, sneeze, blow routine. The day you remember to stop taking your daily health for granted. The day you stare at the dishes soaking in a sea of milk infused water…muster up a faint wimper in the direction of your barking dog…glare at the unfolded mountain of laundry that is now spread wide on the dining room floor and then just take a minute to just…weep. Day five is not for the faint of heart.

Pathetic. Sad. Truth.

Running seems like forever ago when it’s just been a little under a week but I can truly say I miss it. That is the best thing I can come away with from this stinking flu. I miss running. WOW. I want to go for a run. Double WOW. And I will not take for granted my day to day health ever again…well, I probably will but I will try to remember that under this bed of Kleenex and Vick Vapor Rub…lies a basically healthy and blessed gal that needs to remember to be thankful for the days when she just feels tired or sore instead of mentally, emotionally or physically impaired to the point of not being able to run or do other things that I often take for granted.

I will get better. Maybe on day six or seven…and when I do…I will GET to run. And for that I am thankful. Until then…I will rest in my Nyquil induced slumber.