I'm still sick. The good news is that I have my appetite back. The bad news is that I can't eat anything. Because I can't eat much, I'm exhausted, even when I do nothing. Which means I can't go to rowing, since I don't have the stamina for it. I could go, but I think the risk of injury is rather high in my weakened state. I HATE this.
I went to the grocery store tonight and I bought: chicken, yogurt, pasta, bananas, and chocolate sorbet. This is just sad.
I poached the chicken, cooked the pasta and made some hard-boiled eggs. I'll eat an egg for breakfast tomorrow and bring chicken and rice for lunch. Tonight I ate some pasta. Maybe I will sample the sorbet. Will the eggs and chicken agree with me? What about the sorbet? Anyone's guess, but I'm hoping.
I will also go to the gym and try and build up my strength so I can go back to rowing in another week. The end of the season is soon (mid-November), so I won't have much more time on the water, but I don't want to miss the whole thing.
It's harder to be sanguine about boys-who-shall-remain-nameless while feeing sick and pathetic, but I'm doing my best.
Grateful for: that I'll get better, eventually. It could be worse.
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