I am home sick today….one of my least favorite things. I hate functioning on level zero, which is exactly where I am right now.
I am at that place where I feel better than I did yesterday, but getting up and making tea takes all of the energy I possess. Sleeping is the only activity that I can muster up energy for, but my back wants me to die from all the laying around like I have done for two days.
I didn’t even kiss anyone at work to deserve this. Everyone had it, but I was sure I was in the clear and was going to be one of the few that escaped its wrath. Wrong. It just waited longer to take me out. No amount of vitamin taking or eating right was going to save me from it.
So here I lay, watching bad daytime tv and blogging for the second time in as many days, eating yogurt and drinking green tea in the hopes that everything stays where it goes.
I have a full day of sleeping planned. I haven’t had a nap since about 8am…I feel another one coming on, as my usual morning coffee was very soon recognized as a stupid idea. As stupid of an idea as trying to watch The View on tv. I don’t understand how people can watch 6 women sitting around a table all talking at once…I can’t change the channel fast enough to shut them up. Amplify what would be my regular annoyance by 500…
I am pretty thankful for Netflix at this point in the plague, at least when I fall asleep 10 minutes into something I can re watch it later. Or not. Whatever.
And on having a shower when you are sick…it’s one of those things. You know it will feel better once it’s done, hell you might even feel like a human again, but it’s fucking dangerous in there. The spinning world and water are a bad mix when you live alone. I could have fallen, knocked my own self out and no one would have found me til next week some time. Being sick and dying on the same day would ruin my soon to be here long weekend. And holy crap this shit better be over by then…seriously.
Because today I don’t even have the energy to yell shut the fuck up at the constantly for two days without a rest barking fucking dogs…if nothing else just getting out of my house and back to work so it is quieter will be motivation to kick this bug.
And just so you know, I have been writing this blog for approximately 6 hours now…I’m tired. It must be time for another nap. And more gravol. That shit is the bomb if you don’t want to have any comprehension of what is going on around you while you get well again. It just feels like that time of the day.
And I am clean and not dead…so there’s that.
And if I have kissed you in the last 72 hours, I am sorry. You are probably going to go down.
I promise to bring you soup.