it wasn’t my computer, wasn’t my broadband connection, wasn’t even the power supply. it was me. down with the flu for almost a week. faced with numerous deadlines, my body coped with the stress in the only way it knew how: it got sick.

virus for some reason, seem to have an uncanny ability to know just when your defenses are down. then they attack. and you have no idea what’s about to hit you.

sunday evening out of the blue, i started sneezing and moments later felt like i was about to have a bad cold. only it didn’t stop from being a bad cold. in a few hours i had started to feel chills and a dreaded feeling that things were about to go worse. the next half hour, my muscles and joints started to ache, and my head began to throb. my body was officially at war with the virus. i braced myself for the long haul ahead.

monday morning i woke up at the sound of moaning — my moaning. my joints were killing me. everything was aching like hell. the day passed with me just spending most of the day asleep in bed. i had no idea which side was winning. i wish i knew what the casualty count was.

i geared myself tuesday morning for an acupuncture treatment. just as i was getting ready to leave, i got an asthma attack. and as luck would have it, my medication had run out. while my partner left to buy me medicine, i did some deep breathing exercises, kept drinking water and checked if my nails had not started to turn dark for lack of oxygen. after what seemed like an eternity, my meds arrived and like the salbutamol junkie that i am, i eagerly grabbed my ventolin then took a long drag. instant relief.

with a bit of willpower i got to the clinic where i would get my acupuncture treatment. i felt as miserable as i looked. i arrived at the clinic almost around lunchtime. the receptionist initially told me i’d have to wait for almost an hour before getting treatment but fortunately my clinician saw me in my desperate, pathetic state with the words “heal me” written all over my face, and decided to take me in immediately for treatment. ten needles in all — six on my back and two each on the back of my hands. it was a quick half hour and before i knew it, the needles were removed and i was sent home, with visibly no improvement but with a renewed hope that recovery would come soon.

it didn’t. i spent two more days feeling weak with very little to almost no improvement. could it be that acupuncture failed me?

then friday morning i woke up feeling much better. the homeopathic medicines were in full force and i almost felt normal, just enough to bring myself to sit in front of the computer, check my mail and allow myself to be (slightly) bothered by the work that had accumulated from my absence. i had no desire to rush back to work though, which by that time had doubled. i knew there was no point trying to push my mind and body to do something it obviously was trying to avoid at all costs. my body had found a way to get some of the respite it needed (though one i did not enjoy) — along with a good excuse — to get away from it all.