The Lurgy

The last two weeks have been a complete disaster! The Monday after the 15 miler I ran in the last blog, when I thought my cold had got better, I woke up. The Lurgy had revisited in the night. I went to work, but came over really sick when I went to the wards and had to come home. My first sick day on my whole course! Gutted! Felt quite rubbish for the rest of the week. Tried an 8 mile run with my flat mate Louise on the Wednesday, but she was sick too, and we both ended up coming home early and feeling rubbish for rest of the evening.

But, by last weekend, I thought I had shaken off the darned thing again. Busy weekend visiting friends in London/ Newbury. 6am start to run 16 miles with Andrew from his house to Greenwich, Backheath Common (where the London Marathon starts) and back. Felt on fire (metaphorically - physically of course, it being England and February, it was freezing). Brilliant run, no problems. Then had great weekend in Newbury with the lovely Childs family zipping on zip wires, walking though snowdrops and eating fabulous food. 

 

I thought everything was better. The last three weeks I must just have been getting used to the new placement, and working up an immunity to Middlesbrough, and now I would be strong like an ox for the rest of my time here. 

Then, Monday night I was sleeping. Something woke me at about midnight. It took me a while to realize what it was. Sickness. I never feel sick, literally, never. So I was unsure what to do. I lay still. Perhaps if I don't move, it will think I'm not here, and leave me alone. Nope. Oh no. Wow. OK, you don't need details. Two more days off from placement lying around feeling sick and useless. Thursday I thought I was better so went in, but felt sick again when I got there, so had another useless day, getting further and further behind. It felt like it was never going to go. I just wanted to leave, quit everything, it was a waste of time and I was going to fail it all anyway, because I couldn't manage to be well enough for enough days to actually go in and get it all done.

Fortunately, having not eaten much for a few days, I didn't have the actual energy to get out of bed and do anything to follow that through.

Then on Friday as soon as I woke up I knew it had gone. Hurrah! Up yours, sickness, ha!

There's not a lot to be said, but I will say one thing for being ill. You realize once you're better, how pretty damn good you feel most of the time, without even realizing it. And that you are SO lucky to feel so good, that most of the time you don't even notice. Health is something I take forgranted most of the time, but I shouldn't. Feeling bad for just a little while makes you realize how different things would be if you weren't lucky enough to wake up every day and be able to carry on, not restricted by your body, and do the things you want to.