Sick and Restless

There is nothing more certain in my life than when I need to be well, when one of my best friends are in the country for one day and one day alone, that is the day that I get sick. After weeks of eating well, exercising hard and generally looking after my boo, my body sees the forthcoming deadline of the J man’s arrival and so decides to take a leave of absence… one two three everything begins to shut down and so here I am, on my fourth day off work, sick and restless.

I am craving something…

The doctor said I had a respiratory infection. Basically my cold has got to my lungs and now I am high on cough syrup, antibiotics and a ventilator to help me breath at night. No more wine, no more cigarettes, no more anything bad in my system… I can’t even have a medicinal shot of whiskey in my lemon and honey. For the next ten days and perhaps onward I am T-total… again.

I am craving something very bad…

How many times can one person take antibiotics before you become immune to every sickness on the planet… if only it worked that way, but here I am not getting any younger and I am having to remind myself that no matter how young I might feel (I still feel 18 some days) my body is in the know and in the end it will catch up with me.

They say that once you hit 30 your skin stops rejuvenating itself. Hmmmmm just under 3 years to go…. perhaps I should get a head start now. I mean if the rest of my family stopped aging past 16 then maybe I should let Mother Nature take her course and stop fighting her with all the toxins of the world. I mean seriously, what am I fighting her on? Ok I give up I will stay young and beautiful forever… you win!

But I want it bad!

The easy part… Now I am just restless, so I am writing aimlessly… you want to know the point of this blog today? There is no point, other than the fact that I am restless. I have watched my fill of Grey’s Anatomy, Sex and the City, Dr. Plastic and Amazing Race, and now I just want to release some energy! I would go to the gym, but the infection is still at a stage where if I go for a walk I am out of breath. So I guess instead of releasing energy I am abusing a borrowed laptop and releasing my emotions…. well they have been kept pent up for a while so I guess they deserve a little spin around the block.

Hmmm… But now I have given myself free reign to go crazy, I just don’t want to. I guess I don’t have as many emotions as I thought, or maybe I have just lost the energy to bother.

It was so good to see Josh when he was here. He was only around for one evening, but as always it was a pleasure. Josh is possibly the only one of my friends that every single one of my other friends love. To the extent that when I told people that he was in town for one night, everyone came over to see him… I felt very honored on his behalf. And despite being sick and refusing to kiss anyone hello as they stepped in the door, there was no way that evening was going to go by without me jumping on Josh and kissing him a million times. I miss the weekends we used to spend together slobbing out in front of the TV, listening to each others story of the week and saying “whatever” after every silly saga, playing Monopoly with friends… actually it would be more like Josh and his friends ganging up on me while we played Monopoly because I am such “an entertaining sore loser”. I beg him to move to Israel, but when you have the coolest job in the world in England, you still come to Israel 2-3 times a year for a party, you have to remind yourself what you would be making aliyah for. Once upon a time I could have convinced him that the women in Israel were the finest in the world, but now not even that bribe is enough.

Have I sufficiently got every thought out of my head? Not quite… but for now.

Still restless, still sick… still sick and restless. So what do you do? You pick up the phone and call an old friend you love. You read a book or listen to a song that makes you cry. You do everything you can to remind yourself that you feel something… because it may be one of the only ways left to remind yourself that you are still human. Maybe that is why my body shut down, stopped breathing… to remind me to breath for myself.

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About channahboo

I was once a Yorkshire lass, I guess I still am, but after moving to London and then on to Tel Aviv, New York and then back to Tel Aviv again, I wonder how much of the Yorkshire lass is left. The adventure continues and although many see my life as an extended episode of Seinfeld (you are free to laugh), I can also empathise with the Buddhist thought of life as our punishment. I guess the important part is the love that you carry with you through life’s journey and my back often feels the joyous strain of the weight of the love I carry.
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2 Responses to Sick and Restless

  1. Dazed Glonut says:

    Feel better bubs…and breathe…xx

  2. Anonymous says:

    Glad to hear you are feeling better Chan Ban…and keep up the good work re smoking! 🙂

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