Then it was ironmans, luckily for me I was on cloud 9 and in great weather. I was weary about coming home to the cold, but the first few days were not bad at all. Until Tuesday morning. A 15 year old patient of mine came in looking sick as a dog. She told me she had a sinus infection. Uh oh, I had one of those last year and it took 3 months to go away. Well, needless to say I was sick Wednesday, Thursday I called in sick, Friday I struggled to get to work. I rallied for the weekend (typical right?) but Monday I had to call out sick again. Well, since I was out of sick time I was wasting precious vacation time. Finally got to the doctor today and he hooked me up with antibiotics that appeared as if they were for elephants. I mean, these pills were HUGE. Whatevs, I take musinex foo, I got this.
Being sick usually means sitting at home, reading the interwebs while blowing through boxes upon boxes of tissue paper (pun intended) with a side dish of video games. It's been a while since I've been so sick where I needed to take more than 1 day off from work. It's just not my nature, I prefer to just suck it up. I guess it's appropriate that I do stay home. I'm a health care practitioner, no one wants their therapist coughing on them.
This time, for better or for worse I noticed myself in a way that I may not have noticed (or have noticed but not cared). Over the past 7 months I've been constantly busy. Whether it be training, social obligations, personal developments (oh, lets be real. it was probably spent at the rock gym or training) I haven't really had a lot of "free" time. Here I am ripping through the box of tissues, sitting on my chair with a hot cup of tea and reading random what nots on the internet and playing e-mail tag with my friends at work.
Is this what I do with my free time when I'm not preoccupied with goals (and not sick as well). Gosh, I sure hope not. It seemed rather sad, wasteful almost that a perfectly good book sits right in front of my keyboard (one that I have enjoyed greatly thus far I may add) and about 30 unread books sit on my bookshelf (no, I'm not a hoarder, one of my ex's was quite the reader and left me a bunch of books that she thought I would enjoy. I'm sad to admit that I've only gotten through 2-3 of them fully). So there I was, a personal moment. I would love to see a pie graph of my chart and see what it is composed of. Take away sleep, education, eating, work and see what you have left. It's like saying bloody mary as a child. You want to do it because you're curious, but you're afraid of what you may see, even though you know it's probably not true. In my case, I'm worried that a majority of my time is wasted, though it's probably not true. Better be sure, time to stop blogging and read a book.
Of course sushi is a perfect acceptable meal when you are extremely ill.
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