What in the world does that even mean? I did some research and although the phrase dates back to the early 1700’s, there doesn’t seem to be a clear answer. All I learned was that it might have something to do with the fact that since dogs are domesticated and they’ll eat just about anything, they are one of the only other animals that we see get sick in the same way that we do. I also learned that “being sick” has slightly different connotations depending on whether you’re in the US or the UK, and that horses don’t vomit.
My cold has gotten progressively worse since Friday. I made it to work yesterday and managed to stay the whole day, but it just wasn’t happening today. At least half the people in my office are sick! I haven’t even bothered to try to run because I’ve been so exhausted and the weather’s getting cold again – apparently winter’s not ready to let go of us just yet.
So my cold is working it’s way up into my face. Sinuses all stuffed up. My head feels sort of like the Cheshire Cat – not all there. I find that the longer I manage to stay sitting up or on my feet, the less I feel like my head is being squashed in a vice. I’ve been taking tons of naps and finding myself really dehydrated when I wake up, so my mission today is just to drink liquids. I feel so guilty about skipping runs, but it’s probably just better to take it easy. I’m actually going to go do some yoga, I think it will help me relax.