I hate being sick

Oh ah ah ah ah. What does that mean? Well, if you read yesterday's post you'd know that I'm... ahem... down with the sickness.

Bad jokes aside, I'm feeling... better? Different. I have a traveling illness, I think. You see, when I was a little boy back in my home town, I got an ear infection from our crappy city pool. Since then, that ear is always tender, always a hair's width away from going stupid on me. Sometimes all it takes is being a little dehydrated and sleeping too close to a fan. Bam! Ear infection. Then the tonsils swell. Then the good ear starts swelling. Then it all drips into my throat and Bob's your uncle, I'm coughing up grosser stuff than my final fight scene with the demons of Hell.

I mean, right now both ears are fine. Ish. No dryness, no irritation, no pain. But my freakin' lungs have decided that it's time for a vacation. Or maybe they just hate these working conditions and have gone on strike. Either way, I've never been more aware of my manual breathing. It's awful. And it stifles productivity.

I was supposed to be training new students today at the University, but there was no way. I spent 15 of the last twenty-four hours sleeping. I kinda hate it. I don't want to get anyone else sick, so I'm confined to my room. You'd think it'd be a perfect time to get some writing done, but my brain is so fried, I can't think of what I'm supposed to write. It's worse than writer's block. It's like I know what I need to write, but I can't seem to connect from my brain to my fingers. 

Gah! That's all.. you're free. And take some vitamin C. It probably won't do much, but you'll feel better and that's all that matters.

​DFTBA