For the most part, I’m pretty tough and I don’t let a lot phase me. I’ve played sports injured, refuse to let colds get the best of me and in general don’t let anything slow me down. So imagine my surprise and disgust when I ended up so sick that a trip to the bathroom was taxing. And all this while on vacation . . . in Hawaii.
On my last day in Hawaii, I woke up really ill. It has been years since the last time I felt so terrible. Sitting up felt like a death sentence, so you can imagine what actually trying to walk somewhere was like. I even attempted to sit on the balcony for a while so that I could still enjoy Hawaii. That turned out to be a very bad idea. I felt so sick that I did what any grown up, independent 28 year old does – I called my mom.
I’m not sure what it is, but somehow moms can make everything better, even with an ocean between you. She couldn’t do anything to make me well of course, but there is something in that mom gene that makes you feel better just by having the chance to cry to them “I don’t feel good.”
Hours later, subsisting on Pepto Bismol, ginger ale and sleep, I was feeling well enough to actually leave the hotel room. I was moving pretty slow, but managed to sit though dinner with some friends (I watched them eat) and was feeling almost human again by the end of the day.
Sometimes I used think it would be nice to just get a nasty case of the flu instead of having to eat healthy to drop a few pounds. I officially retract that thought with every fiber of my being.
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