There's been a mutiny. My body hates me and I hate my body.
It is fall. My favorite season of the year. And I've spent nearly the whole time being sick. The last couple weeks it was just a cold--sore throat, sinuses, lungs that feel like they weigh a hundred pounds. My walking has been cut sadly short because of these things...but, last night, the revolt turned serious. The Flu. Full on.
I had to call in sick to work. Actually, I had to call every single person that works at the bookstore and tell them my pathetic story just so that I could UNsuccessfully find someone to work for me. There I was standing in the kitchen, practically laying across the counter in a cold sweat, making phone call after phone call nearly in fever delirium tears and thinking "ahhh god, somebody shoot me!"
I've been in bed the entire day. A small bowl of miso soup and a handful of buttered saltines later, I still feel like shit. Oh poor, weak me. What is going on??? I realize that people no longer believe me when I say that I NEVER get sick, but it's true...or, at least, it used to be. I'd blame it on stress, but for the first time in forever I don't actually have any. Or maybe that's the problem...my body saw an opportunity to reak havoc on me--and took it!
Ugh. I haven't even had a cup of coffee today. Now THAT's bad.
The other thing that I'm wondering is exactly when my blog became a space to whine about my physical ailments? I'm sure that there was something much more interesting I was going to write about...but it seems to have escaped me. If my brain worked, maybe I'd write a poem about being trampled my a thousand horses.
As it is...it looks like I'm just gonna have to go back to bed. Too bad. Those leaves covering the lawn look so wonderful. And Anu, laying in the middle of them, looks so snuggly.
I can only hope that my next post will actually have something interesting to say.