100 Days: On Exercising When Really Quite Unwell

You remember how I was sick on Day 1?

Turns out I have been visited by the Flu Fairy.

(Yeah, I had a flu shot, so get off your high horse.  It happens.  It’s not a reason to not get a flu shot, it’s just having had the luck to get exposed to some viral varietal that the shot didn’t cover.)

I’m still sick, and have made the executive decision that, given the fact that all my trunk muscles are sore from coughing, and I actually pulled a muscle in my side by coughing so damn hard so damn often, that extended coughing jags count as a form of core-muscle exercise.

Sort of.  Definitely not the kind I wanted to do.  But since I can’t really do the kind I wanted to do right now without setting off an extended coughing jag, and yes I have found this out via the experimental method, it’s going to have to suffice.

For the same reason, I’m also not able to do my other 100 Days body practice, which is singing technique practice.  Not a flu-compatible undertaking.

All this gives me a sad.  I am bored as hell of being ill, and restless as hell, and oh so very tired of my kitchen table and my couch and my bed.  How I long for a nice sedan-chair in which a lady invalid might be carried abroad!

…and such nice young men to carry it, too. (Image from the Powerhouse Museum, UK.)

In the absence of said sedan-chair to get me out and about and peering at the world from a nice private little booth in which I and my virus could be comfortably sequestered, there’s not a lot I can do about it except  wait it out, and make another damn pot of tea.  I am drinking so much tea these days I swear I slosh when I walk.

Some of you, though, have been sharing your adventures with me in various ways, and I am enjoying them vicariously, for which I thank you.

It occurs to me to note that bearing a sedan-chair would be substantial and wholesome exercise.  Just saying.