Tight and Not The Good Kind

The sick is coming.  I knew when I woke up and my chest was tight that I did not have long.  Normally tight is something I can only aspire to and when it comes to my chest it is height I would rather have, but I digress.

Breathing is getting harder and I am hardly moving.  It is just a matter of time.  The real tale-tale sign that sickness is trying to take over my body is that I have no hunger what so ever.  I never know what that saying is, starve a cold, feed a fever or vice-a-versa, but I wish I could harness the lack of desire to eat and trot it out when I actually did not feel like a whole other me was sitting on my chest.

I am normally good at staving off full-blown illness.  I can have a down day and then wake up the next morning and feel fine so I am hoping that is how this is going to go.  But I wouldn’t mind the lack of hunger part to stay a while.  Usually for me weight I lose because I was sick is not sustaining which makes no sense to me at all.

Why if you don’t eat much for a few days when you are well and drop a pound or two you can keep it off, but when you are sick and can’t eat you still lose those same few pounds, but as soon as you are better they come right back?  There is just no good in being sick.

I do have a theory that heavier people are able to recover from sickness faster than very thin people who have no reserves to carry them through that no eating time.  Maybe that is how I am able to only be sick for a day.  There is just too much body for a virus to have to travel trough so it gets tired and gives up.  Maybe fat is a bad conduit for germs?  They get sluggish trying to trudge through that goop, unlike lean muscle, which could be just like a germ super highway through a fit body.

Since I am clearly no scientist, I will have to continue to study my own path and see what other hair-brained theories I can come up with.  Maybe my reduction of airflow will make me lightheaded so I can start hallucinating.  That could make for some really wonderful writing.

For now, I am going to have my own concoction of ginger-lime tea and try and do battle with my tightness.