Sickly

For the last few days I have been sick. I have enjoyed this. It wasn't the sick where you are REALLY SICK and FEEL YOU MAY DIE AT ANY MOMENT. More of the kind where you just feel run down and that life is totally kicking your ass!

I assign time limits to my being sick. A cold - 1 hour. A headache - 30 minutes. A stomach ache - 15 minutes. Anything blood related - like a paper cut - 5 seconds (I really hate the sight of blood). It has been so long since I had the flu (knock on wood) or anything major that I have no time references for those. These time limits in no way work but I feel more in control if I tell my body to stop acting like a big cry baby and get well.

My body pretty much replies the same way every time - "SUCK IT!" and then it continues on its sickly way.

This time I just went with the flow. I wore sweatpants and a tank top. Put my hair up in a pony tail. Had a glass of water. Watched my delightful la femme Nikita (that Michael, what a very yummy man! - I'll take one to go, please) and basically played slug for two days.

I did nothing but sleep and lay in bed while whatever it was beat the stuffing out of me. Then like it had arrived, it was gone.

And I lost weight. What a deal!