The night was young. It was barely 7 PM. But my ears were burning. My throat felt coated and I coughed. <\/p>\n
But you see, I was in a new city. And my fingers were dancing over my keyboard bringing up the best and the greatest restaurants on Yelp. I gazed over the top-rated restaurants in Hot and New, my mind calculating my limits on my daily expense account and estimating the distance from the hotel.<\/p>\n
Could I? Would I? Will it even be worth it?<\/p>\n
I rubbed my stomach. Unfettered, untouched. I wasn’t hungry, but it had been more than 12 hours since I ate something substantial. Since the morning, I had only drank water and hot tea. I wanted to take a hot shower and crawl into my uncomfortable hotel bed.<\/p>\n
But I couldn’t. So I compromised with myself. Within a five minute walk, I found a healthy restaurant and ordered a hot drink of turmeric and lemon. My head burned for the next 48 hours, but I pushed myself. Through the 6 hour flight. Through the appearance at my parents’ community event. And meetings. And email. And life. Because life doesn’t stop for anything although I wish sometimes that it would. Even when I am not sick.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The night was young. It was barely 7 PM. But my ears were burning. My throat felt coated and I coughed. But you see, I was in a new city. And my fingers were dancing over my keyboard bringing up … Continue reading