Feeling Sick Is Also Feeling Better

I feel sick. I know it happened on the mountain. Hiking in the sun was warm, and comfortable. Anytime I stopped the wind felt cold. Hiking in the shade was cold, and stopping in the shade was worse. As it got cooler in the evening I kept a windproof jacket on, and it regulated heat well, but in the end, I felt a cough that day, and I had it yesterday, and today I'm very tired (skipped work tired) and I have junk in my throat and more of a cough.

But the notable thing is how ill I feel. Prior to my get-healthy kick, illness only came in one flavor: crushing. At the smallest hint of feeling bad I knew I was doomed. I'd plummet over the edge into being bedridden and incapable of much of anything and I lived in a state of total misery. It always knocked me out for several days, and often as much as a week, no matter what. I haven't really been sick since I started to take care of myself. Aside from the surgery, I missed a day of work because I felt a little bad, but that was it; I just felt a little bad. I feel worse now than I did then, but I'm only laying in bed because I want to get better; not because I'm too ill to get out of it.

It's nice to feel this way. I used to get very ill pretty often.