Bed to the bills
When I'm home sick, watching TV and generally lounging around, I spend a lot of time thinking about random things: like ways to trick my body into recovery.
I mean this in a very literal way.
I've found that sometimes it's possible to power through your illness: convince yourself that you feel fine and continue living your ordinary life until you actually do feel fine.
I mean, when your body is sick it does nothing but lie to you.
It tells you that it isn't thirsty. It also tells you that it needs to lay down and become overwhelmed by sickness.
It wants the brain to take a vacation as it wallows in its own discomfort.
That's why I refuse to play my body's little game.
I force myself to sit vertical until my body complains with unbearable nasea.
I wear my winter clothes and walk around outside until I feel weak and need to sit down.
The body needs to know its place in the hierarchy of the being. It's basically the mind's bitch -- a mere shell that cases and transports the mind and all of its functions.
I mean this in a very literal way.
I've found that sometimes it's possible to power through your illness: convince yourself that you feel fine and continue living your ordinary life until you actually do feel fine.
I mean, when your body is sick it does nothing but lie to you.
It tells you that it isn't thirsty. It also tells you that it needs to lay down and become overwhelmed by sickness.
It wants the brain to take a vacation as it wallows in its own discomfort.
That's why I refuse to play my body's little game.
I force myself to sit vertical until my body complains with unbearable nasea.
I wear my winter clothes and walk around outside until I feel weak and need to sit down.
The body needs to know its place in the hierarchy of the being. It's basically the mind's bitch -- a mere shell that cases and transports the mind and all of its functions.