I’ve been home with a terrible terrible cold for the past three days (I’m going back to work today despite not being 100%….or even 80%) and this unintentional break has really forced me to take pause and make an honest assessment of my health and what, pushing yourself and basically always being on the go go go, does to your body. My body is basically at the point where it’s telling shouting to me “YOU NEED TO REST!!!” After not visiting my doctor for longer than I’d care to admit, I finally went in earlier this week and described to him all of the symptoms I’ve been feeling for the past few weeks (it’s been more than just a cold) and how I think that’s manifesting itself (like this terrible cold that I can’t seem to shake). I have a follow-up scheduled later this week so I won’t go on too much about that but one thing I’m really evaluating is how I treat my body…dudes, I really need to take better care of it because you only get one. I need to listen to it when it’s telling me to “slow down” and to fuel it better and to ensure it gets the exercise it needs and the rest it needs and the stimulation it needs (get your head out of the gutter, I’m talking about mental stimulation!)…I really need to treat it much better.
At any rate, I took the above picture yesterday morning when I was sitting on the edge of my bed coughing up a lung and blowing my nose non-stop. In that moment, when I felt like crap, I looked up and saw my Howard, the little guy who’s been at my sick sneezy boring side for the past three days, wrapped up in my blanket, far off in dream land…and it put an immediate smile on my face. As I coughed, and sneezed, he didn’t even open his eyes. It was such a funny sight. I texted the pic to my sister and she responded “Howard looks comfortable. If you got to rest like that you’d be 100.” And she’s right.
I could learn a thing or two from Howard.