It seems to be a pattern with me: Get through a time of tremendous stress, then, as soon as the final deadline has passed, get sick.
And so, here I am again. We got moved, I finished the semester, I cleared some hurdles at work and suffered through a big meeting with a nasty sore throat. 2 hours later, my voice was completely gone and I could barely swallow. I have hardly gotten up off this couch in 2 and a half days, let alone leave the house, and now that I can breathe (and talk, kinda) again and the searing pressure in my head has abated, I feel jittery and jumpy and malcontent. And I can't do anything about it because its after 10pm and its like 14 degrees outside.
Yesterday, I slept until well after noon, though I did manage to catch most of A Very Brady Christmas on the bedroom tv. It didn't inspire me to stay awake, I'll tell you that much. I watched Julie & Julia later in the afternoon, and I think I took another nap. There has been an awful lot of tv watching in the past 48 hours. Its disgusting. I can't imagine what I did when I was sick before I had all this on-demand, cable, instant netflix stuff. Read? Rent movies? Sleep more?
Today we tried to keep the tv off, so I read, and we played Scrabble which I haven't played since I was like 12. I suck at Scrabble. Seriously. But at least it engaged my mind for a little while as I tried to figure out what I could do with an O, another O, two I's, a Q, a U and a W. Seriously? Who gets a hand like that?
I don't know how or why, but tomorrow I'm getting the hell out of the house. Even if my brain feels like a red balloon on a string, or I have snot pouring out of my nose, or a cough that would make your mamma cry. I will go forth, and spread my disease. But don't worry, I'll put on some hand sanitizer first.