I reckon being ill as one of the great pleasures of life, provided one is not too ill and is not obliged to work till one is better. ~Samuel Butler, The Way of All Flesh, 1903
This is not a great blog post.
I want to warn you about that just in case you’d like to stop reading now and go spend the next couple of minutes doing anything more worthy of your time…like folding socks or something.
I’ve had a rough couple of days.
It’s been rough because I seem to have one of those mystery illnesses that sneak up on you, stuff you in a sickness sack and shake you around for awhile.
I don’t like mystery illness. I don’t like illness in general, but at least I can understand the ones that make a little more sense - the ones that have recognizable symptoms. I guess I want to know what to expect when I get sick.
Your throat gets scratchy, your nose starts to run…you’re getting a cold. You’ll feel gross for about a week and be blowing your nose a lot for a couple of weeks after that and have a great excuse to eat some great chicken soup.
Your head hurts, your body aches…you’re getting the flu. You’ll feel really gross for 3 or four days and have a great excuse to eat some great chicken soup.
This one’s been kind of weird though. It kind of snuck up on me in the guise of just feeling extra tired (how did I know I wasn’t just being lazy – ‘cause I can be really lazy). Then my head started feeling kind of heavy, like I it would be better if I could just take it off my shoulders and set it down on my desk for a few minutes. But I guess because I couldn’t take my head off, it started to ache…a lot. Then because my head hurt so much my stomach started getting upset and because my stomach was upset I started to….well you get the idea.
It hasn’t been the good kind of sick either. You know the kind of sick where you’re sick enough to stay home, but not so sick that you can’t still kind of enjoy an unexpected day off…catch up on videos, watch some trashy daytime TV, finally finish reading the frivolous novel. No, no, this has been the kind of sick where you want to just be unconscious as much of the time as possible until the whole thing passes.
And it is passing…I’m not dying or anything even though I haven’t been brave enough yet to try the great chicken soup. But for now I'm going back to being unconscious for awhile.
And you should go back to folding those socks - don't say I didn't warn you.