Usually, when I’m sick, I’m not so sick that I can’t do things.  It’s more like – slow down, don’t work out, get some rest and drink some water.  This sickness … this has slayed me.  I’ve been lying on the couch, nodding in and out of consciousness, reminding myself that I have things I’ve committed to (yoga teacher training for one, but this blog, French lessons, meditation … the list actually goes on).  I’m basically able to do the bare minimum and even that exhausts me.  No food sounds good, water doesn’t taste good (strange for me) and even sleep doesn’t feel like it helps much.

There’s certainly a marked difference between baseline sick (aka, having an autoimmune disease) and acute sick (where I feel like I am now).  I keep reminding myself that it will get better … but I keep waking up and it isn’t better, so that’s highly discouraging.

Also, I used an ab wheel on Monday for the first time, and after thinking I broke my back (and realizing I’m not as strong as I like to think I am) my entire core has been burning since this sickness began.  And that, plus the GD poison ivy and this sickness — it has been a very rough week.

Xox, g