I fell, almost immediately on our return from Europe, into the flu for a week, which has been followed by bronchitis. I am getting better, day by day, but it’s been such an interruption of my life that March feels like it didn’t really happen and the beginning of April has already passed me by. It was a little heart-rending to come from glorious Aberdeen, where the flowers were blooming everywhere and it looked like late spring, back to New York where my dandelions are still only green shoots. It is no wonder my body decided to have none of it and fall under the spell of the fever.
Because I work from a company where working from home is so easy, I rarely take an actual sick day when I’m not feeling well. There’s a part of me that occasionally wishes to be sick enough that I can’t work, because I have this romantic idea about sick days that involves movies and blankets and knitting. In reality, I was too sick to do any of those things. Instead, I spent them sleeping and trying to sweat, while being too overheated for my brain to work at all. I had such a shortness of breath that I couldn’t even sit up long enough at the piano to get more than a few bars of practice in. I couldn’t write. I couldn’t think. Even having the cat sit on me was far too taxing, as his body generated too much heat. The flu was so miserable that the inconveniences of bronchitis seem more irritating than concerning. I’ve finally made it over the hump and am down to a persistent cough that is getting a little better every day. It also clears out the seats on the subway around me, which just goes to prove that there’s an upside to just about anything.
Yesterday I returned to yoga after a five week hiatus and, happily, did not cough through the entire class, so I think that things are finally back on track. I even managed to pull myself together enough to go to the Cirque du Soleil, as you just don’t waste a ticket that expensive, even if you’re half-dead. I had managed to find our tickets on a discount, so we splashed out and had seats four rows from the stage. It was worth it. They really do put on a good show, though we were a little disappointed after the last show that we saw with them. This isn’t a comment on the new show Amaluna, which was very good, but a comment on how amazing the Wheel of Death is in their Zarkana show. I have never been so entranced, so breathless, at any performance in my life as when we were watching the Wheel of Death performance. Amaluna had all the elements that we expect from the Cirque du Soleil — excellent comedic clowns, amazing trapeze acts, that trendy balance goddess act, stunning costuming, jugglers, balancers, gymnasts, acrobats and a healthy dose of music and humor. It just didn’t grab my attention in quite the same way that Zarkana did, but it was still an amazing and inspiring night out. Now I want to kill this bronchitis so that I can start my training as an acrobat. Getting back to yoga is a good start — there was more than one move in the show that I recognized from the yoga studio.