Today started out rather poorly. I had a base case of dehydration (?) and had to cut tennis short. Upon arriving home, I drank water, suffered through some time of nausea (that terrible feeling building up in your mouth), and then threw up. I almost never throw up because I don’t drink and have a strong stomach so when this happened on this fateful morning, the unfamiliarity exacerbated the bad experience.
As I curled up, shivering from abdominal pain, as I kneeled before “the porcelain god”, as I went to bed, I thought how beneficial this experience was for me. When you’re so healthy for so long, when you have so much, are so un-pained, it is hard to relate to people that feel helpless, unwell. It definitely humanized me and couldn’t we all do with more of that? Not mere civility—as wonderful as that is—real humanity that stems from empathy.
I’ll try to think back to this random morning. It made me appreciate my life and I’m going to try to make it a habit to wake up and think about something that I’m grateful for.
Fortunately the evening has been much better. I still had a vague headache but I went to my favorite pizza place for dinner and tried a new pizza, which was excellent. I normally get a pear and cheese pizza but this new stuff was great, as is this newly discovered song. It feels like the end of summer.