I’m at the end of day 2 of being sick. Really hoping I beat this thing by tomorrow night so I can do the gig at vicinato. What a lame thing being sick is. I feel the urge to lament sickness.
Today, all I did was sleep, take pills, blow my nose, take more pills, sleep, neti-pot myself, sleep, try a nose spray, and sleep more. I know it may sound like a glorious day off, but let me assure those keeping score at home that it was not glorious. Constant headache, sinus pressure unlike that I have ever felt before, and the nagging feeling that the world is continuing on without me.
It seems like we get sick at the worst times too, doesn’t it? I’m preaching this sunday, have a gig friday night, am teaching a class sunday afternoon, and have plenty that was supposed to be getting done the last few days. The image that ran through my decongestant-laden mind was that of a merry-go-round (representing life I suppose) and me unable to run alongside fast enough to jump on – feeling too fragile and sick – so simply trying to toss stuff up in the air and hoping that it lands on the merry-go-round. Perhaps I took too many sudafed..
Anyhoo, there is my lament. I’m sure it probably doesn’t quite qualify as true lament (mostly complaining) but that’s the best I had right now.
Here’s my sick face:
1 response so far ↓
Lindsay & Ford // October 20, 2008 at 5:52 pm |
Glad you’re still using the netty pot. I was sick the other day and Ford had to tell me twice to use it, then once I did i was thankful.