I’m home sick. Not ‘homesick’, but I’m at home. Sick. This is the second day in a row. Yesterday was a blur, I spent the entire day drifting in and out of unconsciousness. Today is better but remaining upright is a difficult feat and my attention span lasts minutes at best. I just realized that I made a cup of tea about 2 hours ago. It’s sitting directly beside me and I didn’t realize it was there until just now. I’m glad I didn’t go into work today – any work that I ‘completed’ would have had to be redone. By the looks of it anyway.
The good news is that my headache has subsided to a dull roar, I’ve been conscious for nearly 3 hours, I feel as though only a small child is sitting on my chest preventing me from breathing, instead of the sumo wrestler that was there yesterday and earlier today. Things are looking up – I’m starting to feel better. The bad news is that I’m bored out of my skull. I’ve read my book, read blogs, watched movies and stared at the ceiling above my bed. And it’s barely the afternoon.
I’m hungry but lack the motivation and skill set to make food happen. I’m thirsty but my tea is cold and my water glass is empty. I would have to get out of bed and carry two glasses to the kitchen AND then carry them back. Seems like a lot of work. I’m in the middle of doing laundry. I started a load on Sunday night when I was still in denial of being sick. I finished drying it Monday morning when I thought I was going to work and decided that pants were probably a good idea. Now, I have one load on my bedroom floor and another load, presumably, still in the dryer. I heard the upstairs lady talking about laundry to her daughter yesterday. My lack of progress may or may not have been the subject of the conversation, but given how sick I am and how shitty at laundry she is, I don’t care. I’ll get pants when I want to get pants. Dammit. So there.
I told myself today that I would spend the day upright, so that when I go back to work tomorrow I’m not a miserable mass of a person. I’ve spent approximately 8 minutes upright today. And then back to bed I went. I’m really glad for this laptop that I bought… if it wasn’t for this little beast, I wouldn’t have been able to watch movies yesterday. Which ones? Well, I had a Marky Mark Marathon. Why? Well, he’s an astounding actor, for one. For two, he’s super hot and I might have slightly more than an unhealthy crush on him. I watched “Shooter” first, because he spends a lot of time with his shirt off. Next, I watched “Rock Star” because he spends a lot of time wearing leather pants and a leather jacket with not much else. I actually really like Rock Star. It’s got Jennifer Aniston in it, playing pretty much the same girl that she always does, but it’s a good story.
I just remembered about my tea. I think this may have been the most random string of words that I’ve ever put together in one post. Sick, laundry, tea, Marky Mark, and tea again. I’m not sure if I should post this monstrosity. Maybe I should draw some pictures too. That would make it more fun.
I just had a burst of energy. I got up and microwaved my tea and filled up my water glass. I also realized that I have fruit in the fridge and fruit is easy to eat (as in: put in bowl, wash, eat). But now I’m sitting down with half a pound of cherries, which is the first bits of solid food I’ve had since Sunday. This probably won’t end well. I’ve also propped myself upright using pillows. That’s progress, right?
Twitter has also become my best friend. You’re only allowed 140 characters per post, which doesn’t seem like much, but with my newly inherited short attention span, it really helps me from creating things like this (^). I would need like 75 twitter posts to make this happen. It would probably be infinitely more … …. … I actually forgot what I wanted to write. It’s just gone. That thought lasted less than 30 seconds in this brain. God help me.
Coherent!! Infinitely more coherent. How ironic.
I don’t think I want to start calling twitter posts ‘tweets’ I know that’s what all the cool kids call it, but I feel like it’s kinda like Starbucks; I simply just do not want to get the lingo down. It’s a culture I’m not sure if I’m into. Surely it would be easier than calling them twitter posts, but I’m not sure I care. I might feel differently in half an hour.
Anyway, I’m going to call this post complete. A complete mess, but complete regardless. Please don’t lose any respect for me (there wasn’t much there in the first place, right?!). 🙂