Portfishington death flu
by, 01-21-2012 at 10:11 AM (413 Views)
Yes I'm going to gripe. I'm going to whine, piss and moan.
I've been doing pretty much noithing but shivering, sweating, coughing, blowing my nose and sleeping since Tuesday night.
I called in sick Wednesday and Thursday. Friday I woke up and decided I could go to work. By the time I got on the El headed downtown, I knew I'd made a horrible miscalculation. I was back home and asleep by noon.
My jacket, plaston, knickers and lame are hung on the back of my bedroom door. My weapons stand in the corner, sheathed in PVC. My bag is empty except for a clean t-shirt.
Everything is ready.
Everything except me.
I miss the club. I miss my opponents, classmates and coaches. I miss the chats between bouts. I miss the fencing.
I woke up this morning feeling better, but not well enough for a workout. My body needs more rest, so more rest it will get.
Monday night, I better be back at FAP.