Convergence
Thursday, 30 August, 2007
Maybe that's the wrong word for it. But I'm sick at home with a sore throat (treating it with echinacea and Panadol). It irks me somewhat that I'm sick; I've managed to hold the virus at bay for so long—even through the period when Ben was sick post-surgery. I feel like I don't deserve to get sick: I've been trying to make sure I sleep more respectable hours; I've been eating one or two pieces of fruit per day; exercise-wise, I've been pretty slack but I walked for at least an hour on Sunday. But there you go: I'm sick.
I could blame it on the weather. For some reason, I—and lots of other people I know—tend to get sick when the weather changes drastically. So this week the temperature has jumped to a maximum of around 23-27° C and, even though I want to welcome the warmer climate, my body can't hack it.
I could also blame it on the shift in time routine. I normally go to bed between 10 and 11pm (or if I'm naughty, between 11 and 12. I get up at 6:15 am on workdays. But on Tuesday night, after Bible study finished, we came home and Ben said, “I think I can finish my Old Testament 3 essay tonight.” Because I was having the day off the following day, I said I'd stay up with him. After all, there's nothing worse than having to do a stupid I-hate-doing-this-but-I-have-to-'cause-it's-waaaaay-overdue essay, and company makes things easier. So I stayed up with him and listened to the first of Paul Grimmond's talks on worship, and knitted myself a shorter version of these Tua Cha gloves in black chenille. He finished at around midnight and we both cheered and danced around the room (not really but you get what I mean). The following morning, I got up at 11 (see? 11 hours of sleep!), showered, ironed things and then started sneezing. My nose turned into a dripping tap and I went through two boxes of tissues. Eeek.
Notice how everyone gets sick around daylight saving. I don't know why it happens but it does. (By the way, it's still the last Sunday in October this year. Next year it changes to the first Sunday in October.)
I don't believe in anything like feng shui but it has fascinated me how certain times of the year up the stress levels of the general populous. Christmas is a very good example. But it's not just Christmas; it's also exam time, the period just before the holidays ... I remember when the end of semester crept up, I was usually stressed out of my mind—pulling all-nighters, working all the time, fighting with my ex.
All of this, I suppose, has a rational explanation. But I am so sick of getting sick.
Blinks:
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