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Well, not actually dying maybe, but I feel like crap at the moment. Like real crap. So what happened?

Last weekend, I basically shocked my immune system too much. First of all, I took a shower and a bath with my girlfriend in the evening, with the bathroom window closed. The whole room was filled with fog, the lights were out and only a few candles provided some light. With this Dan Gibson CD and an Enigma album running, being in the bathroom felt like deep sea diving or hiding in a dark rainforest during a monsoon night. Good stuff. After leaving the deep ocean/shady jungle, we slept in my living room.. where it was relatively warm and dry. Stuffy air.

In the morning, we again took a shower. Afterwards, we took a substantial breakfast in the kitchen. After filling myself with vast amounts of protein and carbs, we decided to visit my neighbor. We practiced some flips on his trampoline.. I practiced 540° frontflips, 900° backflips and double btwists, to be precise. Now, in my neighbor’s  garden, where the trampoline is, it was pretty cold and wet. After flip practice, I did several sets of muscle ups on a crappy high bar in my neighbor’s garden.. which can’t be considered ‘high’ at all, because it’s like 50 inches off the ground. After unsuccessfully trying to bombard my neighbor’s cunning cat with chestnuts (she clings to you and starts to purr and then she bites you), I decided to go home, humiliated by the cat’s victory. Revenge is sweet, you little bastard.

Only minutes later, at home, my girlfriend and I decided to work out in the attic, where I got a chin-up bar, a weight bench, a punching bag and stuff. It’s pretty damn cold and stuffy up there. I did a lot of wide-grip pullups, some EZ bar curls and some benching. After that, I punched and kicked the shit out of my punching bag. As I soon feared to starve, we went down and ate something in the kitchen.

Later, we went for a walk in a nearby forest.. and did a lot of other stuff that day.. in the evening, we again took a shower..

Everything worked out really well, nothing to be pissed off about. Sounds wonderful! So how could I possiby be dying? Probably because of all the different ‘climate zones’ I had to survive during that relatively short period of time.. and because I was busy working all day during the last weeks without ever going outside.. my immune system got smashed. I got one hell of a cold. A sore throat, either running or blocked nose, swollen eyes, I’m coughing all the time. For the fun of it, because of all the sneezing, I can enjoy quite a lot of blood running out of my nose, too. Because I could hardly breathe yesterday, I simply stayed up to work for almost 24 hours in a row without sleep. Instead of protein shakes and large amounts of meat, I’m sitting here sipping tea with honey. Because I hate being in bad health and because I can’t work out at the moment, nihilism descended upon me, meaning that I eat crap all the time. Sugar keeps me in a good mood.

At some point yesterday, I noticed I slowly started to hallucinate, which was a consequence of sleep deprivation. Usually, paranoia start to kick in after about 48 hours without sleep. Due to my bad condition, however, I already felt the first signs after only 24 hours. In this state of abject misery, I decided to turn to the one and only, almighty source of pleasure and harmony (Family Guy).

After watching two episodes, I fell asleep, with a newly found sense of courage to face life.

Normally, I’m always healthy. I’m never sick more often than like once a year. Still, I’m sick of being sick. How about you? Have you been pissed off by illness, too?

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