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June 25, 2011
coughie (adj.)
It's been a busy week. My boyfriend, Ben, joined MML last week and we pretty much went straight into turbo-drive over the weekend - going out every night, staying up late, going for daily walks, and eating smoked meat and yummy boulangerie goods. To no surprise, I woke up with a scratchy throat on Monday and after spending 36 hours denying that something was going down with my immune system, I woke up on Tuesday to finally accept that I'm sick.
Funny thing is, I go through a similar pattern every time. While I don't get sick too often, when it hits, it hits hard. My 5 Stages of Incubation are as such:
1. Denial: I pretend nothing is happening and decide to push through oncoming fatigue by staying out later than I would otherwise, just to "prove a point".
2. Anger: I wake the next day with that odd feeling behind my eyeballs and nose...sickness is rising up, but I decide to push it back with gusto. I relish greedily in a huge cup of coffee as a reward for sleeping less than I should have the night before.
3. Bargaining: I go ahead with my day, but decide to purchase some chewable vitamin C tablets. I tell myself I can continue as before if I gulp 2 litres of liquid echinacea and lemon juice like no one's business.
4. Depression: I wake up the next day with an itchy throat and coughie-ness coming on. I get down on myself because I know the truth: I'm going to be disgusting (read: phlegmy, snotty, bunched-up-kleenex-in-my pockts) for a while now.
5. Acceptance: I finally accept that something is wrong with me: I don't feel like drinking my regular cup of coffee.
This time around though, I think something's different. I had 4 cups of coffee yesterday morning over a big breakfast with Ben at Cafe Cherrie on St. Denis. I coughed a couple of times, but I decided to sleep for 9 hours last night and I feel I fought the cold and I won after a 4-day battle. I'm a success case! Cured of flu denial - and the flu!
On another note, this is what a broken laundry dryer looks like:
P.S. This morning, I had another cup of coffee to start the day :)
Funny thing is, I go through a similar pattern every time. While I don't get sick too often, when it hits, it hits hard. My 5 Stages of Incubation are as such:
1. Denial: I pretend nothing is happening and decide to push through oncoming fatigue by staying out later than I would otherwise, just to "prove a point".
2. Anger: I wake the next day with that odd feeling behind my eyeballs and nose...sickness is rising up, but I decide to push it back with gusto. I relish greedily in a huge cup of coffee as a reward for sleeping less than I should have the night before.
3. Bargaining: I go ahead with my day, but decide to purchase some chewable vitamin C tablets. I tell myself I can continue as before if I gulp 2 litres of liquid echinacea and lemon juice like no one's business.
4. Depression: I wake up the next day with an itchy throat and coughie-ness coming on. I get down on myself because I know the truth: I'm going to be disgusting (read: phlegmy, snotty, bunched-up-kleenex-in-my pockts) for a while now.
5. Acceptance: I finally accept that something is wrong with me: I don't feel like drinking my regular cup of coffee.
This time around though, I think something's different. I had 4 cups of coffee yesterday morning over a big breakfast with Ben at Cafe Cherrie on St. Denis. I coughed a couple of times, but I decided to sleep for 9 hours last night and I feel I fought the cold and I won after a 4-day battle. I'm a success case! Cured of flu denial - and the flu!
On another note, this is what a broken laundry dryer looks like:
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| How many socks can you spot? |
P.S. This morning, I had another cup of coffee to start the day :)
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