When we drove up to the Village from Palo Alto on Wednesday, I was actually congratulating myself on how well I felt. Neither of us were feeling super tired, so I figured a couple nights with melatonin to establish the sleep schedule and I’d be home free.
Instead, my chest started feeling tight on Wednesday night. By Thursday I was dealing with a serious cough and Friday saw the addition of congestion.
I had to sleep sitting up because the wheezing and coughing got worse when I laid down in bed. I did steam treatments, essential oils, tea with honey, and sun baths. If I sat still I would fall asleep.
But bit by bit I’m turning the corner. I even left the house today for the first time since we got back from Europe.
But between being sick and events being cancelled due to COVID, I haven’t connected with a single friend since getting home.
It’s very, very strange.
So, what occurred to me during my time in the sun this afternoon is that Divine Mother has put me into a forced time out. I mean, we were constantly on the go in Lugano — fun, but also exhausting. And we were constantly on the go before we flew to Lugano — also fun and productive, but exhausting.
But now? Three days (tomorrow will be the fourth) of no events, no meetings, no nothin’.
And what’s the lesson? I guess it has to do with not going, going, going until the only way you’ll get a break is by getting sick.
