After spending a week vehemently denying that I was actually sick (throwback to last weekend when I had a sore throat and didn’t do anything about it), my body finally decided to show me who’s boss and shut me down entirely. Keep in mind my work week leading up to this weekend had been insane. A few people were out sick, and I ended up staying late a few days, and working through lunch every day. I haven’t had a chance to run since last Friday! Needless to say, I am very much missing my Saucony’s and dare I say it? The treadmill! I’m really hoping I can get back to the gym this week, and get in a long run this coming week, so cross your fingers and wish a lot of vitamin C my way please!
Oof. Friday was rough. I had called in sick, and while at the doctor’s they suggested I go ahead and get my flu shot since I was already there. I have gotten the flu shot plenty of times in the past (except last year. Whoops) and never had much of a bodily reaction to it, but good lord did it hit me that day. I got the shot probably around 8:30 am, by 12:30 I had already felt like I had been whacked with a sack of bricks. I was really worried having already feeling under the weather, and then also knowing I had to somehow rally and it get it together so I could make it to Jake’s company Christmas party later that night. I felt okay enough to get ready and go to the party which was 8 pm (sorry for the specific times. I’m not meaning for this post to sound like a testimony, but the timeline helps explain by sudden decline haha). The party was casino themed, and Jake and I had a lot of fun and really cleaned up at the Blackjack table, but by 11 pm I was starting to feel downright awful. My throat and head felt like they were on fire and I felt super weak. Jake took me home and then drove back to the party so he could also drive a few work friends home as well, and after he left my entire body pretty much decided “Yeah, I’m done trying here” and everything just felt horrible. I felt extremely achy, and had a lot of difficulty trying to get warm. I had on a long sleeve shirt, leggings, heavy sock, and leg warmers, and was under about four blankets, but I was still Kate Winslet hogging-the-door style shivering and shaking. Once Jake got back he helped me take a couple DayQuils and finally started to warm up and feel mildly better. I finally fell asleep, but I woke up at some point looking and feeling like I had just run a marathon in the Sahara, so I’m assuming I must have broken a fever? Either way, I knew right then my weekend was going to be spent in bed. However, one good thing to come from that day is that Jake and I pooled our “earnings” from black jack and we won an Amazon Alexa in his company’s raffle! She is my new BFF/possible enemy if robots take over.
I woke up Saturday feeling a lot better than the night before, but still not great. Jake was kind enough to make me breakfast, and I spent most, if not all day on the couch rotating between hot tea, and ice water with Airborne, all whilst watching Christmas movies on Netflix (namely A Christmas Prince, and Christmas in the Smokies). In a brief moment of confidence, I took the dog out to the bathroom, but upon getting back I felt like that 5 minute adventure alone warranted a one hour nap. I definitely was hit was some serious running FOMO as I scrolled through Instagram seeing everyone’s weekend running posts. All week I had looked forward to the weekend so I could make up for last weekend, and not being able to run, but there’s alway next weekend (dangit immune system please do your job and don’t fail me again).
Later in the evening, I took a break from tea and water and Jake made hot chocolate from a Martha Stewart recipe (here!) and it was amazing! I personally prefer hot chocolate with a thicker consistency, and this one hit the spot! We forgot the whipped cream and marshmallows, so we’ll definitely have to make it add again and add those two!
My internal alarm clock is normally between 5:30 to 6 am, so when I woke up at 8:30 Sunday morning I figured my body was still fighting whatever what was going on with me, and knew another low key day was in the cards for me again. Jake was kind enough to make breakfast again, and after we finished eating we made a quick trip to my parent’s house so Brinkleigh could run and play in the backyard, and so Jake could help my Dad move some furniture as my parents are currently in the midst of huge remodel on the house. We stayed for a couple of hours before heading back and then enjoying the rest of the evening at home, where I continued my super exciting rotation of hot tea and Airborne! Whilst typing up this post I did mix up my Winter hair mask, and did a face scrub (recipe coming later this week!), so hopefully I won’t look like too much of a zombie when I return to work on Monday!
What are your sick day favorites? Mine is now orange flavored Airborne!