I can feel the first wave of invasion upon my shores – germs, oh loathsome germs and viruses! *shakes tiny fist of impotent rage*
You know the sort of feeling I speak of – when you suddenly feel weak, your every fibre crawling. It might only last for a second, but it leaves you feeling weak, and sort of… well… sort of crawly. Woozy, you sit there wondering if it’s a temporary thing, or if it’s going to pass. And then you realize… it’s inside you… it’s you. You are that crawliness, and it doesn’t do much to improve one’s mood!
Add in the fact that both of my knees are apparently out to lunch – one ’cause I slammed it into the ground doing a stunt maneuver that I probably shouldn’t have done, and the other because it was compensating for the first. My back is still kind of botched up from who the heck knows what… in short, I’m aging. *laughs* I’m at that juncture in life where I’m still nominally hale and hearty, but where I can’t take the punishment I could when I was younger. I do my best to not let these things completely stop me from getting on with life, but that doesn’t mean I like being slightly broken. Oh sure, I can promise myself that I’ll do yoga and stretches and all those things that we tell ourselves we’ll do to keep healthy, but why bother lying to myself? The best I can promise myself is to keep moving, keep doing, and hope that stuff doesn’t seize up too badly. 😉
For now, I’m going to wait for the Nurofen Plus to kick in, and think about making a cup of Lemsip (Theraflu). And, of course, *try* to do some gentle stretching and see if I can make my body feel a little better between the germy-virus onslaught and general cantankerousness of the muscles!
And y’know… have yourselves a nice day.