[Composed on Jan. 8, 2017; 21:33 EST, in an airplane]
Being sick while travelling is just about the worst thing there is.
Picture it: you’re away from work, enjoying a leisurely time when and where you have very few cares, and suddenly you feel your throats getting sore, your nose start to stuff up or run, and fatigue hits you like a flaming sack of crap.
And the worst part is, you often feel yourself getting sicker.
This is what I’ve had to endure the last three days. And it’s honestly a mix of emotions.
On the one hand, I’m getting sick at the very end of my time off work, so my time off hasn’t been ruined.
On the other hand, I’m getting sick, which is never fun.
I’m feeling fairly decent, all things considered, however. This sick is feeling like it could clear up with lots of sleep and keeping hydrated. And that’s a good thing, because my stupid body has treated me to some doozies over the years.
There was that time I had to cover a rodeo and a triathlon on the same day, and that day saw me feeling tired, achy all over and slightly chilled – it’s highly likely I had a high fever.
Thankfully my only experiences (that I can recall) with vomiting have been the result of excessive alcohol and not something like the flu.
Anyway, I survived my 17 days off without really getting sick.
Time to commence the countdown to a trip to Europe. When am I going? Absolutely no concrete idea yet. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯