Kicking the Sick, Kicking it Quick

Teddy has the right idea.
Teddy has the right idea.

I am unwell. I hate being sick, it’s horrendously inconvenient. Even if you set aside the coughing, and the body aches and the headache and the sniffling and all other manner of grossness, being sick is just a massive buzzkill. I am a creative person, and an exceedingly busy one. So when I have to sit at home and try and make myself better, rather than doing the things I would normally be doing on my days off, I get irritated.

I had a terrible week, for multiple reasons. Despite hearing that I had been approved for the house I wanted, getting a sweet delivery from one of my favourite artists, and getting to spend some time with my best friend, the awfulness of the rest of the week kind of dragged me down. Evidently, that positive thinking thing I mentioned in my last post didn’t last very long. So I thought, fuck it. This weekend, I had grand plans of writing and reading and catching up on the latest season of Game of Thrones. I planned to make a skirt out of the cutest typewriter fabric I had delivered the other day, and make caramel cups and rum balls. (I told you I’m a busy girl). Instead, I’ve done none of those things.

I went to dinner at my friends’ house the other day, and after I was made a cup of tea I noticed a tickle in my throat. By the time I got home and climbed into bed, I was having a bit of trouble breathing and the tickle had turned into a scratch. When I woke up yesterday morning, everything was worse and my body had decided to rebel against me. Body aches galore over here, let me tell you. Anyway, I did a lot of driving yesterday, put a couch on layby and visited a friend and paid the rent. I was going to go out again after dinner to hang out and sing karaoke with a close friend and her family. Instead, after finally getting home and realising that I was feeling even worse than I had been, I was forced to stay inside and try and keep warm. Stupid sickness, ruining my plans.

This morning when I woke up, my throat was less sore but I have developed an unpleasant, racking cough. Instead of doing anything that I planned, I went over to my brother’s house to borrow his internet. And now, here I am, sitting at my laptop instead of my sewing machine, feeling slightly sorry for myself. I didn’t even bother getting properly dressed this morning, instead choosing to throw on trackies (usually restricted to wearing at home) and an oversized jumper. At least my brother isn’t likely to judge me.

My plan is to get better as quickly as I can. I’m only working in a casual job, and thus, I literally can’t afford to take any days off. So from now on, I’m on a diet of vitamin C tablets and repulsive ginger tea. As if being sick wasn’t disgusting enough.

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