This morning I write this from my death bed. Well, that’s unlikely. Unfortunately I’ve been told that I’m not allowed to die in bed. She would rather I die elsewhere apparently, maybe the kitchen or the living room. I haven’t decided which one is best yet. To clarify, no I’m not dying but I do have the flu. I thought it was a bad cold. After waking up on the third consecutive day with a mild fever the Mrs insisted that I go see the doctor. Normally I would brush it off and do what the Army always told me to do, which is to self medicate with over the counter meds, drink water, and drive on.
It was the last day of my scheduled vacation, I doubted that I would make it in to work, I knew a doctor’s note would go a long way so I scheduled an appointment and went in. My poor doctor of over a decade walked in wearing a mask and immediately apologizing. I couldn’t help but laugh and told her that I completely understood. She looked me over, asked some questioned, and told me that she believed it was a bad cold by the way I looked and the range of the temp but that she wanted to test me just in case.
I remembered the flu test from a few years back. I described it to the Mrs as a foot long Q-Tip that goes up your nose and touches your brain. The doctor laughed and told my wife that it was no where near that long and it did no such thing. Well, it feels like it. That swab isn’t painful, it’s just really comfortable and I still think it touches my brain. I’m sure of it.
So the last few days I’ve been at home doing mental reps between medicated comas. Trying not to forget some of the details I learned from a Clinch Seminar that I went to at Rebellion Academy. I haven’t been able to rep any of it and there’s a few aspects that I’d like to add to my stand up Jiu-Jitsu game.
I hope to make class soon, I miss you Jiu-Jitsu!!