For over six months now, I've been sick. Not with one ailment, one precise disease, but with a multitude of little ones, each one following on the previous one's heels. Over that six months, I've felt almost healthy one or two days each month -- each time thinking, "Hey! I feel almost all better! Maybe I'll go to the gym tomorrow", only to wake up feeling sick the next day with something new.
Colds, flus, viruses, low grade fevers, aches and pains-- each illness seeming too unimportant for a doctor's visit, none seeming to require a prescription be written. For the past three weeks, it's been consistent nausea, headaches, and weakness.
And... I'm gaining back weight, my once amazing gym-toned muscles are turning to flab, and I'm bored and boring.
Holed up at home, my existence is somewhat Proustian at the moment, but I don't have his admirable cork soundproofing. Marcel vanquished the street noises of Paris, but I'm hearing San Francisco tear up the sidewalks in my neighborhood.
Meanwhile my doctor quit and moved away (this is my second good doctor to do this, following on the heels of my long-term, beloved dentist). I'm trying a new medical professional out tomorrow, but it feels ridiculous to go to the doctor with such a nebulous sort of problems.
I hope they don't dismiss this as urban ennui. You may have some underlying thing going on that is cropping up in all these little ways, but you don't want to let it go until it crops up in a big way.
You probably need more meat and gravy.
Maybe a protein deficiency.
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