I've had a yoga teacher who claimed she never ever got sick since she practiced yoga. But of course, she had to cancel her classes at some point because she got the flu. Whether you're a yogi or not, even if you take the best care of your body and health possible, some viruses are very contagious and since you are not alone in this world, it is almost unpreventable to catch one. It is a reminder to wash your hands properly, but still.. things fly around and before you know it, it is in your system.
I don't know how I ended up with the virus I am dealing with right now. I have the stomach flu. On Saturday morning, I traveled by train. It was only a ten minute ride, but the train had to stop after five, because there was an accident. A person jumped under the train to commit suicide. I did not see this, but the train stopped and we were informed what had happened. After a short while, I saw the police and firemen arriving. I felt very sad about this, about someone taking his/hers own life, that there was a dead body lying under the train I was in. It made me sick to my stomach. After two hours, we were allowed to leave the train and continue our travel by buss. The police officers were very sweet, they repeatedly asked us if we were alright, and that if we wanted to talk about what had happened, we could come to them.
That afternoon I went to my mothers birthday. She turned sixty-five! She had thrown a party in a very nice venue, where our family celebrated her special day. Birthdays in the Netherlands are with a lot of intake, meaning: we sit at a table and in front of us is all this food. We had cake with chocolate or fruit and whipped cream, coffee, snacks such as cheese, chips, nuts, sausages and olives, we drank beer, wine or soda and when the party was over, everybody (except me..) finished with.. coffee. So we ate a lot of different things, all together. Thinking about all of this now, makes me nauseous.
On Sunday, I still felt sad about the suicide-train-case of Saturday. I decided to skip my Mysore Led Class in the morning, because I wanted to be my myself, not with other people and do a bit of relaxing, listen to sad music and do some contemplating (and lots of crying). In the early evening, my BF and I decided to go get us some take away food (Indonesian), even though I was not very hungry (and I am always hungry. Especially when someone else does the cooking). I ate a plate of good food, watched a documentary and went to sleep.
The alarm woke me at 5.30 AM and I got up to get dressed so I could go to Mysore Class. But I was wrong. My stomach cramped and I almost fainted at the bathroom, I had cold sweat running from my body and I had to lay myself down at the couch. I grabbed a blanket (in the Netherlands we all keep blankets at our couches since we like to curl up under them while watching a movie) and fell asleep for an hour. When I woke up again, I thought: hmmm, I am still tired. But hey, I need to go to work. So I took a shower, stuffed up a sandwich in my mouth which took me forever and got to work. Three hours later, I was back home. My BF, who was working from home, looked surprised.
'I am sick,' I said with a little voice. 'I think I need to lay down.'
I put on my PJ's, grabbed more blankets and fell asleep on the couch. I woke up by feeling very sick and after some time of laying there very nauseous, I had to throw up. It was years ago this happened to me, I am quite terrified of vomiting, but this time, it just had to come out. And guess what: after that, I felt better immediately (until the nausea came back and I had to throw up again. This repeated itself a couple of times and then I knew: now it is done with. I felt empty but not bad). I showered, put on fresh PJ's, and made myself a bed on the couch (I did not wanted my BF to get infected so I stayed away from our bed).
Now it is Wednesday and I am still recovering; I still cannot eat what I normally do, I don't like tea anymore, all of a sudden I drink the real deal all sugary Coca Cola since it is the only thing my stomach wants right now. I had my BF go to the store in the evening to buy the cola since I was craving it like a pregnant woman in need for gherkins.
I do a teeny tiny bit of household activities, but most of the time I am sitting or laying or napping and watching Friends. I never saw all the final episodes, and I heard myself scream at my BF: 'Ross and Rachel are having a baby!'
E., my yoga friend, texted me. He had missed me at Mysore Class and he wondered where my lazy ass was about. I let him know that I was sick and that I was worried about my practice: I would not be able to go to class for a week or sow. Now what?! All the asanas I was going to lose (bye bye Mary D!), all the strength I would be missing.. I would have to start all over again. He answered me to go back to doing at least a few Surya Namaskars when I felt ready.
I reminded myself of the throwing up (sorry about bringing this back up again..) and that it really is practice of letting go. Literally. I can let go. Let go of my old job, let go of my sadness because of the suicide case, let go of my worries about my practice (because why would I worry? I am not going to win a gold Ashtanga medal.). There is no rush. What is important is to give my body the rest it wants and needs. It is going to be okay. There is nothing to worry about. Especially not regarding the Ashtanga. It is a practice. When my body is feeling well again, I go back to the studio and practice again. Until that, I am going to be as comfortable as possible in my PJ's, under a blanket, on the couch, watching Friends and drinking cola. Becoming stiff and less strong. So what. Even when having the flu, life is good.