Friday, February 12, 2016

Sick in the Head

I've got some sort of ick going on inside of me.

I've felt like crap since early Tuesday morning. It's in my head, nose and throat. After going to be symptom free Monday night, I awoke three hours later with a raging sore throat and a headache. I took Tuesday off and slept a bunch. By Wednesday, the sore throat was gone and I felt good enough to return to work. Still, I wasn't a 100%, and by Thursday afternoon, I was feeling fairly awful again. The headache had returned, but the sore throat was replaced by a runny nose and burning, itchy eyes. My evening consisted of dinner, a nap, waking and going to bed again (I went to bed really early).

At first I thought it was a virus. But the later symptoms are allergy like. Still, it's February and I used to think I was only ragweed sensitive. Ragweed pollen is extremely low right now. Who knows.

Anyway, it's Friday and I still feel like poo. It's funny that when you're not your normal self, fun things seem like a chore, and motivation drops for all but the essentials. Apparently, committing to a weekly blog post isn't one that made the essentials list, and I wouldn't have written a word otherwise had I not made a commitment that one of my readers, the Real Wes J, would hold me accountable to.

So this one's for you, Wesley J.

Now please allow me to put my head on my desk for the next nine minutes of my lunch break so I can sleep and dream of something pleasant, like being choked to death, or falling into an icy river.

Happy Friday. Thanks for reading.


  1. You're probably too sleepy to read this and, in typical Munson fasion, this could be a blog post all unto itself, but have you thought about your recent move? I'm sure someone could spend a ton of money and time to do all the research, but based on only a couple of data - me and Brady - I would almost guess there's something about moving into a new house that is really hard on a human body.

    It starts with the stresses on the body, both mental and physical, with the move itself. All the planning, organizing, etc drains your brain of normal optimal function. Then you have the physical part - cramming tons of boxes, lifting and moving of heavy furniture, then unloading all your stuff into the new place. That's a ton of movements the body isn't used to, unless you do that for a living.

    The other part that makes sense to me, but I have no way to prove, is that each house would most likely have it's own little biosphere, unless it's brand new. Other people lived there for years, probably. Burping, sneezing, farting, shedding skin and otherwise ingraining themselves into every fiber of the house. I think we all have our own microcosms of germs and bacteria that we usually don't share with others, unless we're related or living with them.

    In your case, and what I experienced this last year of living in a new house also, it's easy to get sick in weird ways when exposed to a new living environment.

    At least that's what makes sense to me.

    What's that? Shut up Munson, you have no idea what your talking about again? Go back to your hidey hole?

    Can do.

  2. Actually, that does make sense, and I have wondered if there was a connection as well. Thanks for the comment/blog post inside of a comment.

    Mike, you aught to blog more. By the way, this doesn't count for your annual blog update :)