I’ve been sick since Christmas, and it sucks.
The worst part is that it’s the kind of sick that beats you down and keeps you from doing anything at all. Read a book? Can’t – constant, pounding headaches. So that also eliminates writing or doing anything at all on the computer. Stomach issues lead to not wanting to eat, which leads to zero energy, and everything just cascades like a complex domino pattern laid out on the floor.
Everything has fallen behind; writing, podcasts, this blog, my work. And it drives me insane. I hate being idle. I hate wasting time.
And when I say that, I’m not talking about leisure time. I get and understand that there has to be down time, you need breaks and to have fun. Being sick is none of that. It’s time burning away that could be better spent a thousand different ways.
As of this week, I’ve had multiple people ask if I’ve gone to the doctor yet. The answer is no. I didn’t grow up in a house where we went to the doctor much. It was always some clinic. We didn’t have a family doctor in California (there was one in Chicago). So I don’t know if I’ve been conditioned to not go to the doctor, or what. But I do know that I will put it off as long as I can.
Last week, I completely relapsed. Monday – Wednesday, I thought I was on the mend. Then Wednesday night… Another few days in bed feeling like shit. Seriously, body?
Right now, I’m still slightly congested, coughing, and have some stomach issues.