This has been a long few days.
I’ve been stricken with a violent flu/cold cocktail that has left me feverish, exhausted and constantly nauseous. I can’t eat. I could barely sleep. Nothing appealed to me — not food; not television; not books.
No. Not even books.
It’s a sad state of affairs when I find myself with three full, empty days to do whatever I want . . . and can’t even sit up long enough to enjoy them. Most of Saturday was spent tossing and turning in my dark room, a cold cloth over my eyes. Sunday wasn’t much better. Monday finally brought me to the doctor, and now I’m downing medicine and keeping track of the pills like it’s my full-time job.
I’m being dramatic. It’s not that bad, I know. I’m back at work today and trying to get caught up on what I’ve missed over the last few days (and, you know. It’s really not good). After being so out of touch and delusional, I feel completely disoriented.
So this might be a light week on the blog. I’m still making my way through Megan McCafferty’s Bumped and Abby McDonald’s The Liberation of Alice Love, both of which I’m enjoying . . . but haven’t been able to muster the enthusiasm to read for more than a few minutes at a time. I’ve read nothing else. I’ve done nothing else.
Well, correction: I finally watched “The Social Network” (brilliant!); sent my boyfriend minute-by-minute pathetic updates about my wellness and how much I miss him; begged my sister for a drink; shunned almost all food in all its forms but then asked my father for yogurt; emailed my mother with a blow-by-blow of my doctor’s appointment.
I’m such an annoying patient.
But they love me anyway.
See you all soon! (And while you’re out, please bring me more ginger ale.)