The human body is not made to hurtle from one continent to another by air. Through time zones. From one climate to another. If you think about it, before air travel, there would be time to adjust. Traveling by land or sea.
Despite my best efforts to stay healthy, I’m not. I don’t do sick well. I crashed in Belgium on Wednesday night. And missed a world music dance party. I pushed myself. Too many meetings. Too many late nights. Walking in the rain. And I think some sort of mild food poisoning took me down.
And now, between jet lag and a serious cold, I’m not myself. But rather a ill shell of myself. Jet lag doesn’t just affect sleep cycles. It impacts all sort of things. Body temperature. When my brain is awake. When I’m hungry. And, yes, when I sleep. At times I feel that sleep is pulling me under, without my consent. And with the combination of cold symptoms, I’m stranded on the island of the couch.