A Day in the Life, Version 1:
My alarm goes off. It’s 6 a.m., and even though it is still pitch black outside, I turn over, wipe the sleep out of my eyes, and get out of bed feeling refreshed. I stretch out my yoga mat and sit down, beginning my practice with a few om’s and some stretches before moving on to sun salutations and some more vigorous asanas. After working up a sweat, I cool down in one of my favorite restorative poses for my final resting pose, then close my practice with a few minutes of meditation.
After practicing, I feel great. My body is free from aches and pains, and I am energized. I fix myself a healthy breakfast of whole grain cereal, organic fruit and almond milk. Then, I swallow my five morning pills, a combination of meds and supplements, and get ready to walk to work in my stylish but sensible shoes. At work, I am productive in my ergonomic work space. I have perfect posture and get up every 15 to 20 minutes to stretch or walk around. I sip herbal tea and at lunch, heat up my homemade, all-organic, locally grown vegetable soup. At 5 p.m., I walk home and fix some more herbal tea while I read, answer emails and post a clever, astute article on my blog. For dinner, I eat another healthy, home-cooked meal and take the remainder of my pills for the day, along with my shot. Then, I soak in a hot bath with Dead Sea salts before falling into bed for eight blissful, uninterrupted hours of sleep.
A Day in the Life, Version 2:
My alarm goes off. It’s 6 a.m. It’s still pitch black outside, but if I want to practice yoga before work, then I have to get up now. My body feels like lead, and I would prefer to sleep for the rest of the day. I reset the alarm and promise myself that I’ll exercise after work, even though deep down inside, I know there is a very good chance this won’t happen, and I know very much that I ought to just get up. An hour later, my alarm goes off again, and I curse before grudgingly turning over. I stretch my stiff toes and the soles of my feet against the bed sheets while I put off the inevitable. My body feels worn. After 15 minutes pass, I awkwardly roll out of bed. At least I can eat a healthy breakfast: whole grain cereal, organic fruit, almond milk, followed by my five morning pills. I’m over taking so many pills. Lacking the energy to walk, I drive to work and get in a few minutes late. I walk to the kitchen like a zombie to fix my black tea and think, hey, at least it’s not coffee. I try to be productive even though I feel like a tire that’s been slashed. I slump in my uncomfortable office chair, aware that I am unlikely to make it through the day despite all the work there is to be done. My face is flushed, and I feel hot and peakid. I wonder if I’m coming down with something, or if it is just an RA fever. Given my fatigue, I figure it’s the latter since they tend to go hand in hand. I curse myself for continually forgetting to keep a thermometer at work. At noon, I give up and take a half sick day.