For the past five days, I have been horribly, awfully, tremendously sick with the worst cold I’ve ever had in my whole entire life. I’ve been coughing non-stop, which has made my back and sides and head hurt, as well as made my voice all croaky, and sometimes I coughed so hard I gagged and couldn’t breathe, and I’ve coughed up crap that would traumatize small children, and I’ve been cold and cranky and miserable and there were times when I was sure I was going to die–but yet, I’m still alive.
I do not enjoy getting sick. I do not usually get sick. I do not usually get this sick. Needless to say, I have not been enjoying myself.
And so, to keep myself from curling up in a dark hole to die, I’ve been turning to simple comforts to try to make me feel better. The first night of sickness, I crawled into bed with The Hound of the Baskervilles and read for a while.
Sick Alex + Old Book = Maybe I can do this
Then the next day I watched the last episode of Sherlock season 3. I’m still trying to work out my feelings about that.
Then yesterday, I watched Halloweentown (in March, yes, why not?), which was really quite comforting because I felt so disgusting, I fit right in.
Me: *looks in mirror* BLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEGH!!!!!!!
(I believe the perfect word to describe my state of consciousness is delirium.)
But then, on the wrapper of a Halls, there came a message of hope.
But I’m here. I’m still alive, somehow, and I’ve managed to laugh a little bit despite being so miserable.
Because the fact is that about 50% of life, I’ve found to be dull, boring, or just plain sucky. Yes, this is one of those sucky moments, but I am going to hike up my socks, proclaim very loudly that I am an adventurer, and stay inside for a couple more days with my Perry slippers and television. Because sensible adventurers know it’s best to be indoors when you’re sick. And sensible adventurers, despite liking to complain a lot when things get bad, know that they’ll pull through in the end.
Now I get to play that fun little game of catch-up, where I go around and pick up all the disassembled pieces of my normal life. I think I can save that for tomorrow though ;)
This thus concludes your visual adventure of being sick. I hope you enjoyed and thanks for not vomiting.
How’ve you been these past few days?
May you not get sick in the near future–I wouldn’t wish it on anyone.