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When a cold was just a cold…
This last month has been tough. I have literally been sick with one cold after another for what has felt like an eternity. And though, like most people, I’ve never enjoyed being under the weather, ever since being diagnosed with HIBM, being sick or suffering some sort of physical discomfort has taken on a whole new meaning.
In the old days, pre-HIBM, being sick meant feeling temporarily miserable. It was an annoying interruption in my day-to-day routine, but nothing that I ever really spent too muh time worrying about. Sure, it was frustrating not getting to the gym, but I could force myself to enjoy the down time and even the side benefit of not having an appetite and maybe losing a few pounds. Most of all, I could look forward to when I would feel healthy again and get on with my life.