Being sick.


I’m having “one of those times.” You know the ones — it’s when you have too many blog posts for your time and energy, and you end up not writing any. Or, your to-do list is so long that you just lay down a take a nap instead. Or, you want to catch up on your running but you’re so out of shape that you just…you know, don’t. Or, as was the case halfway through writing this blog post, you forget you were doing something and you end up playing your ukulele.

That’s the story of my life right now. And if I wasn’t in a state of “I ain’t got time for this” before, it’s worse now, after spending about five days down and out sick.

Let’s talk about being sick for a moment here.

I don’t mean I had a 24-hour flu sick. I mean I apparently ate the wrong leafy green and ended up with something that rhymes with “hyclospora.” It’s been miserable, but thanks to modern medicine, I’m only experiencing half of the symptoms. It’s great/awful/weird/surreal. Probably the strangest thing is the spontaneous napping. I’m not sure if it’s the antibiotic pill that’s the size of a cow pill (hint: Google “cattle bolus” — it’s a really effective and minimally-invasive way to get medicine ) or the actual illness, but I’m sleepy.

I took a five hour nap on Saturday. You guys, that’s how much sleep I normally get in a night. I suck at sleeping and I’m especially bad at napping for more than twenty minutes at a time.

that-moment-when-you-have-so-much-shit-to-do

I apologize for the language. (Okay, maybe I only kind of apologize because I use that word way more than I should.) But, this sums up how I feel about a lot of things right now.

Aside from being tired and being even less productive, let’s talk about other reasons I hate being sick:

  • Because I am on enough antibiotics to kill a Godzilla-sized germ, I can’t drink. No wine, no whisky, no vodka, no beer. Sometimes a gal just needs to drink bourbon on the rocks, or a dark beer so textured you can chew it, or 2/3 of a bottle of red wine from Aldi.
  • I can’t have dairy. I am temporarily lactose intolerant. No cheese, no milk, no yogurt, no ice cream, no cheese.

Now, to tell you how horrible this is, if I had been the nanny in “The Sounds of Music” the lyrics to the song would have been:

Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens
Red wine at room temp and warm woolen mittens
Fresh cheese in brown paper all tied up in string
These are a few of my favorite things

Cream colored ponies and crisp apple streudels
Wheat ales and porters and Mac’n’Cheese noodles
Bar trivia organizers who let me pull strings
These are a few of my favorite things

I like roses and kittens and mittens and ponies and apple streudels. And those things are hard to rhyme with. So, they stayed. Don’t be a hater.

Anyways, more reasons being sick sucks:

  • I missed two days of work. That bothers me a whole lot.
  • I haven’t been fun. Any free time has been spent sleeping. I haven’t gone out and had fun, or gotten so emotionally invested in a movie that Nightwolf became alarmed. (Normal. Well, for us.)
  • I’ve spent more time on my couch in the last week than I have in the entire summer up to now.
  • My mommy is 500 miles away and can’t rub my face with her soft hands while my head is on her lap.

Hopefully now that I’m on the mend (or so it seems), I’ll be a little more focused, a little more productive, and a little less lethargic. I have a business trip coming up. I head to California on Thursday. I’ll get home the following Monday. I’m sure there will be plenty of bloggable adventures on THAT trip. So, until I get around to writing those posts, or writing one of the twelve other ideas I’ve had circling my tired, fever-addled brain, I’ll be resting up. You know, sleeping. Because apparently I’m good at that these days.

Cyclospora

I hate you, you tiny salad-infesting bastards.

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2 thoughts on “Being sick.

  1. I am glad to hear you are feeling well!! I totally know what you are talking about about the sleeping/napping… The first of this year I caught some sort of flu virus and literally I don’t think I had ever slept that much in my life. Mark was even worried because he knows I don’t nap. Ever. I just can’t sleep during the day but yet I literally slept for 3 days straight. And then at night. It was awful. But at least after all the yuckiness, you’ve got a pretty awesome trip to CA coming up! What a way to rejuvenate!!

    • I’m not quite “well” — just, not awful, either. Here’s hoping I can get back up and at ’em in California. I get to relax on Sunday before I fly back on Monday, which will be fantastic.

      I’m not a napper. Cat-napping, yes. And I can doze off during a movie or TV show if it’s late enough at night. But when Nightwolf realized I napped for almost five hours on Saturday, I think he finally fully realized how not-okay I was. Oy vey. I hate this. I can’t wait to be off antibiotics and feeling like myself again!

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