Cup of Life

Sometime last week, maybe Wednesday, I developed a cough.  I thought nothing of it because, in all honesty, it's not particularly uncommon for that to happen to me.  My lungs are far too welcoming with visitors who want to take up residence.  Anyway, I did everything I would normally do--take my journalism final, go to work, go to sleep later than necessary, and things carried on this way for a few days.  In fact, on Friday, Aimee and I went to Disneyland as planned.  However, after walking around for a bit, the color completely drained from my face, which is pretty significant considering how dark-complexioned I am.  My blood went hot and cold, and my head went into the clouds.  We went back to Aimee's where she wanted to nurse me back to health.  My body wasn't having that.  I left with a splitting headache and a somehow worse cough than before.  The headache was so bad that it made me nauseous enough to vomit while I drove myself home.  This was bad because, along with our friends Jeannette and Nicolas, Aimee and I were supposed to participate in MouseAdventure at Disneyland on Sunday.  I began to think that I would likely have to miss it, and Aimee was certain that she didn't want to do it without me, which would have sunk the entire ship.  I needed a miraculous recovery if I wanted to make it.

The next day, Saturday, is when this cup came into play.  From the moment I woke up groggy and full of mucus, I knew that I'd do two things over the course of the day:  stay in bed and drink a lot of water.  I accomplished those tasks swimmingly.  Heck, I drank so much water, I might as well have been swimming.  I would fill this cup up to the top along with another bottle, drink it all, and repeat so I wouldn't have to walk up and down the stairs so much.  I drank so much water that I was having to . . . ahem . . . use the little boy's room every half hour.  The hope was that it'd help clean out my system, but it'd been so long that I forgot if that was just an old wives' tale.

In the end, I woke up Sunday well enough to go, and I made it the whole day, probably walking three miles throughout Disneyland and its surrounding areas.  Sure, I still coughed, but I had the energy to walk around in 80 degree heat, look at the little details, and solve puzzles.  The cup saved the day.