I once saw an episode of “Cupcake Wars,” in which Kara — of Kara’s Cupcakes — was interviewed saying, “I talk fast, I move fast, I think fast”… while they played a montage of her making like a truckload of cupcakes.
Well, that’s me. I talk fast, I move fast, I think fast. Strangers ask me to repeat myself because I speak so quickly. Even when I’m exhausted, I leap out of bed with excitement if I have a new project in my mind. I am brain-driven, to the dismay of my heart-driven partner: a “mind over matter” person.
Enter: Pneumonia. I won’t get into all of the gory details of my specific pneumonia strain. Let’s skip to the part where I have to gather my energy to walk down the stairs. Then I have to rest for 20 minutes so I can walk back up. Mostly, pneumonia looks like a lot of Cheerios, bananas, and lowfat milk while sitting on the sofa watching YouTube.
As an able-bodied person, I take for granted my working body. I stay up late, eat poorly, and expect I will function the next day. As a woman, I have learned to view my body from a distance, rather than from within. All of this is to say I don’t have the strongest relationship with my body, and when I get sick, I often don’t know why.
There is no great moral at the end of this. Just the beginning of a new journey.