A Bug

I caught something when I first arrived here. It seemed harmless enough, I felt lousy for a few days, then much better.

I had this deep cough that lingered, I sounded terrible, but felt ok. It wasn’t constant, so I was able do yoga.

At least I thought I felt fine.

Six weeks later, I actually DO feel well . I have my energy back. It’s funny. I think when I arrived, I had so many things to adjust to, I had no perspective for how I was really feeling.

This is not that unusual for me. I’m not the most self aware when it comes to being sick. In fact I tend to have a fair amount of denial over it. I really don’t like to waste time being unwell. Even as a kid, I perfered school to staying home.

The three days that I was fevered and didn’t want to infect others, I didn’t go to yoga. Those days passed soooo slowly. I kept my distance from everyone for weeks, but today I can hardly believe how much better I feel.

Plus

I noticed that I’m adjusting pretty well. Being here felt hard at first. G had a few stand-offs with his mom. There were awkward days. She relented though. I started reading “Be Water, My Friend” and kept reminding myself to stay neutral.

Small wins over little things have made things much better. It’s a bit of a dance, I’m learning to stay fluid and consistent.

Good to be feeling like myself again. Nothing like getting over a cold , to notice how good it is to feel well.