How to recover?

I'm still recovering from my trip to Sri Lanka. It was one of the funniest, most memorable, hottest, most active and at the same time the most relaxing trips of my life. I need some time to set my mind straight and put together all my thoughts about this beautiful country.

It's been four days since I came back to Sweden and I'm currently laying in my bed, not able to move. The worst part of traveling is without a doubt a flight back home. When you add an air-conditioning on steroids to that, you get a running nose and never ending sneezing on a 10 hours flight. Yes, I was a little crying kid of that flight.

I think it takes a special skill to sleep on a plane. I'm starting to think that people who take sleeping pills are smart. There is no way your body could agree on a good position for sleeping without a pharmaceutical industry. These so called "Coma sleepers" have a blast on their flight to the wonderland. I was lucky enough to experience that with the lady sitting next to me. She poped two of those magical pills right after we took off and just a half an hour later she was sleeping on my shoulder. At first I was a bit annoyed and kind of jealous because she seem to find a perfect position on that uncomfortable seat, but later on I decided to stop fighting our flight intimacy and treated her as a soft pillow. However just at the time I started falling asleep, she began snoring into my ear. The thing with people that don't take sleeping pills is that once somebody wakes you up, it takes a lot of effort to find another position for sleeping and you get quite irritated. Long story short this loop of events continued through the whole flight and I didn't get any real sleep. But it's alright, I over-dosed myself with sleep on Sri Lanka.

I landed in Sweden and the weather was great. I was still in a denial about my bad health and played a mind game which goes something like...if you don't admit the cold, it doesn't exist. Therefore going to work the next day was an obvious decision and so was going out after work. It wasn't a normal night out when you go for a beer and pass out right after. It was a dinner, one bar, beer, mojito, another bar, another mojito, another beer, kebab and finally bed. Surprisingly I woke up without a hangover next day. Since there was a good weather it was quite necessary to enjoy it, so I met up with a friend and well...why not try some becore. In my mind it was a perfect time to try it out for the first time. Still full of energy from my vacation, I attended a dinner and some vodka shots after a brutal workout. Which brings me to this moment right now, when my body is screaming "I'm too old for this shit". 

To answer the question "How to recover?”, I would say do the opposite of what I did, and show some respect to your jet-lagged body.

Ella, Sri Lanka