First off, what in the hell does that mean? Under the weather. A quick Google search reveals:
The phrase “under the weather” came from British sailing ships. When a sailor became ill he was confined below deck out of the weather, so it was said that he was under the weather.
For the past week, I have been dealing with a festival of sinus issues, scratchy throat and flu-type aches. I was down for four days and bounced back to a near-100% day yesterday. Today, I’m back to 60-70%. Strange, but I am suspect of spring allergies. The difference between yesterday and today must be that I had a vent open in my bedroom, breathing the outside air while sleeping.
Allergies are something I never have a problem with but after moving to a new part of the country, you never know. I remember feeling invincible from the cedar pollen in Austin, TX while others dropped like flies. Chicago was when I first suspected allergies although I don’t think they were necessarily related to pollen. I’m not sure what makes it’s way through New York other than the blooms of bacteria on the streets and subways but it’s most likely something in the air.
My friend Mike, who blogs (brilliantly) at The Lunar Gemini inspired me to write this post for no reason other than to document personal illness. Perhaps after a few years of doing so, it will reveal patterns in which predictions can be made. I also wonder if we could somehow link through to local New York bloggers who are all being hit with similar symptoms in order to somehow measure the ills of the season. If you live in the area and happen to come across ye ol’ blog, write up a post and hit me with a trackback. Oh, and feel better.
I was just listening to Nightmares On Wax - Flip Ya Lid