A Different Kind of Sick
I’m sick but for the first time in a while, I don’t mind.
It’s not that I’m only a little sick. Nope, my fever hasn’t dipped below 100 for days. It’s not that I like being sick, because I don’t. it’s just that for the first time in a long time, I know it’s not going to last.
As many of you already know 2009 was kind of disaster for me from a health perspective. I was sick with a cascading array of weird, unexplained and annoying sicks all year.
By the end of the year, I was sick of being sick. Spending a week in bed no longer had any appeal after doing it month after month after month. Too sick to focus, too rested to sleep, too bored to sit quietly – it was killing me. I wanted to work!
And when I did work, it was too much, too fast, and generally made what ever I was getting over (or whatever was about to attack me) gain hold and take me down again.
However, for the first time since 2008, I am sick and I know I’m going to get better! So I can relax, crawl into bed and be sick. Sigh!
Bring on the cinnamon toast and tea!
(note: that photo is from when I had H1N1 in November, not this particular mystery illness.)
