Sunday, June 30, 2013

Did You Ever Lose a Day?

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Penne with pancetta, pesto, sultanas and cauliflower. Made in a fog.

I just did. I can't find it anywhere. I was out on the roads today, doing a bit of training, avoiding the phone, I knew it was full of demands on my time. You know how that is? It was Gregarious Loner time, emphasis on the loner part. I had upped my mileage and as is my wont I make of these long treks a kind of meditation. I hear the brooks, the soft lap of the ocean, the birds, oh the myriads of sounds from the birds!, I feel the slight fog on my face as I listen to the far off foghorns warning the ships at sea, count the wild flowers which are consuming the roadsides, wafting a heavenly scent which mingles with the pinewood.

I thought to myself: I can do the phone catch-up thing tomorrow, I'll be up to advancing out, being entertained and entertaining for some visiting guests of friends. Sunday is like a vast beautiful blanket in front of me. I'll finish the short story, I'll respond to some emails, hey, I might even go and whale-spot too. "Good times" as Daughter is fond of saying.

But something wasn't right. You know how that is. I'd called my old friend in Dublin this morning as it was her birthday. But surely her birthday was Sunday not Saturday? June 30th. That is Sunday. Today. OMG! I stopped in my tracks. What happened to Saturday? Think.

I'll tell you what happened to Saturday. Saturday I had an 8k race scheduled at just about dawn. But back up to Friday night. Friday night from hell. When I'm sick it's like the end of the world. And Friday night? My stomach was in such spasms that there wasn't a wink of sleep to be had and I searched the entire house for it. Could. Not. Be. Found. Around 4 a.m. I gave up and took an ibuprofen. I rarely take meds of any kind. At 6 a.m. I finally fell asleep. At 10 a.m. I woke up again. Death warmed up doesn't even begin to describe the pitiful face I saw in the bathroom mirror. I crawled back to bed. And missed the race.

Saturday must have happened without my participation. I do remember cooking a lovely Italian dish from memory which involved penne and pesto and sultanas and pancetta and cheese. But I was like a bystander. The pain finally left me sometime in the afternoon but me and the jam-jams never parted company all day.

I'm prone to these occasional debilitating bouts now and again. But I've never lost a day to it before.

And I'll never get it back. And that makes me sad.

11 comments:

  1. I know those death warmed up mornings. No wonder we were told when young, that an hour of sleep before midnight was worth more than three after Cinderella time.

    My clock works the other way. On Friday, all day, I thought it was Saturday.

    Hope the tummy settles soon

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  2. I loose days inside my head and wonder how I ever survived them safely. It seems like I was an unguarded, unable toddler who had no business being out in the world all on her own. The next day I only have a vague memory of it and am somewhat concerned.

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  3. Sometimes the bod just needs a day off to heal itself I guess! I hate it too when I'm sick and sleeping (or trying desperately to, to escape the pain and discomfort), for it seems such a waste of time I'd much rather be doing a hundred other things. But I suppose it isn't wasted, in the long run. My body appears to be the boss and to know more than I do what I need.

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  4. Sounds like you are pushing yourself too hard.

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  5. GM:
    Yes, thanks it has. Took a whole day just about. I may have diverticulitis. All the symptoms indeed.

    Gosh those old sayings were bang on the money, weren't they?

    XO
    WWW

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  6. Ramana:

    never lost a complete day before. it was weird.

    XO
    WWW

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  7. Irene:

    I sometimes think I need a minder.
    Navigating the world has always been a challenge for me.

    XO
    WWW

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  8. SJG:

    Yes, the body rules and knows what's best. Losing a day might have unseen benefits.

    XO
    WWW

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  9. Hattie:

    I was for a while but not anymore, I think I am recovering from tax season and a lot of pressure.

    XO
    WWW

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  10. Maybe your body didn't want you to run that far!

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