I woke at 4am, then at 5am, then 7am…Each time, I woke with an ache that filled my whole body. My tee-shirt, soaked in sweat stuck to me and pools of moisture gathered in every bend of my skin. Oh no, I thought, it’s the weekend and a cold is imminent. My breath was laboured and as I made my way to the kitchen for something to drink, I cursed at the thought that I have a house-guest coming in the morning, I have loads of housework to do and I can barely lift my head. I’m angry because my guest is coming from the States and I don’t want to let him down by being too ill to take him around the city.
I’m curled up on the sofa with a duvet, the cat, some soup, cold tablets, a box of tissue and the remote control. This always happens to me. Every holiday, every break, every time I have people to stay, I get sick. I think it’s my body’s way of saying, “Hey you, you know that lighter you’ve been holding at each end of the candle? Well, guess what, you’re fresh out of wick…”
I’m taking the hint and chilling out until tomorrow when my friend arrives in the hope that a few hours rest with a load of fluids will do the trick. Have you ever wished you could just slow everything down for a little while to let the body and mind catch up?
If you could have one day when you could do anything and not worry about the world outside, what would you do?
Me, I’m sleeping, petting the cat, watching Wimbledon and slowing it down.
Writing Prompt: Time Out