I don’t mean the above photo seriously. If I did, I would upload it to Instagram, hashtags #blessed, #metime, #lovemybody and other sassy sh*t. I admit to having taken a bubble bath, but the circumstances were so not blessed.
I spent the night writing some primitive but carefully crafted code and went to bed at six am, feeling accomplished. (Which is cheesy, I admit, but I couldn’t help it.) I woke up two hours later, feeling sick and with a nasty pain in my back. I figure that happens, especially when the subject drinks coffee (a lot), smokes (a lot) and tends to hunch over when engrossed in the computer screen.
I popped an Ibuprofen and since I was too ill to try to sleep, I went to draw a bath. (I just checked on Google that I got the collocation draw a bath right and you wouldn’t believe how this phrase is defined in the Urban Dictionary. I refuse to provide a link.) The idea is that the warmth should feel relaxing to the muscles, hence useful against pain. The task of preparing a bath distracted me from feeling sick, which also proved useful.
The bath was taking ages to fill and when it was full from hardly one-third, I ran out of hot water. I forgot that’s one of the reasons I don’t take baths. I have a small water heater, too small to fill a bath. I performed some gymnastic tricks to see if I could submerse my stomach and my back simultaneously to target the problem areas, but nope. So I ended up performing a weird water yoga, including something akin to a drowned child’s pose.
The bath probably did me good after all though. Not only did I recover sufficiently to take a bath selfie, but a few hours later, I decided I was well enough to catch up with my daily morning yoga practice. I was still sick, but not too sick, and I’m OCD, hence skipping a day is out of question. I found it somewhat saddening that I’m addicted to yoga and to coffee and cigarettes. Because WTF. Also, don’t try this at home.