[dropcap]S[/dropcap]ometimes life has a habit of catching up with us. After an elongated period of run, excitement or stress, things can come crashing back down to earth pretty quickly with a series of super fun illnesses. It’s really bloody annoying.
This last week, I’ve been ill. Following my last few weeks in Paris, and a particularly hectic week up in Durham for Ollie’s graduation, I landed back home on Sunday with a bit of a bump. By bump, I mean raging cold.
It’s pretty rubbish. My first week at home, getting over the fact that I no longer live in France, getting over the fact that I just watched 90% of my uni friends graduate, lying on the sofa or in bed feeling really darn sorry for myself.
Why is this always the way? The moment you start to relax, your body starts to relax and your immune system just goes, ‘oh thank god that’s over time to shut down for the holidays’. Thanks, immune system. Enjoy your little vacation while I go through a box of tissues at light speed and watch reruns of weird Channel 4 shows.
This mega-cold could not have come at a worse time. Post-Paris I’m just not feeling myself. It’s all sinking in and I seem to be spending far too much time looking at last-minute flights straight back. Add that to the absolute disaster that is Brexit (don’t even get me started, man) and the fact that I’m back on a ‘healthy eating’ thing that really should just be called a diet, and you’ve got yourself a fun few days.
I’ve been running on full power for a long time. A long long time. In fact, I can’t remember when I last had a day where I literally had nothing to do. I haven’t had one for a long long time. I’m drained. Exhausted. Purposeless. All these gross little illnesses flying about and killing me slowly. Yay.
Despite this, I’m excited for the summer ahead, except the whole ‘getting a summer job’ and ‘not being bored’ thing, and I’m excited to get back to uni and Durham in October. But, then again, am I? I’m going back to a university that will be different to when I left it. There’ll be different people in my lectures and seminars, and different lessons and places and things. Ollie won’t be there. The majority of my friends won’t be there. I’m worried that my head won’t entirely be there.
There’s nothing like being ill to make you look at the world from a different, more subdued, angle. Nevertheless, it’ll pick up. I’ll get better in a few days and everything will be right as rain. I can start working more on the old blog – hope you like my exciting new photos… – and can find myself some kind of way of earning money. Things will probably brighten up as the weeks go on. Illnesses or no illnesses, I’ll get it all sorted out and then we can all relax and get back to life.
Lots of fluids. Lots of positive thinking. Lots of Netflix.
Do you tend to get ill in the aftermath of something exciting?
Are you worried about anything in the next few months?