I was a bit delayed in writing and posting last week as I had the opportunity to visit with a little virus friend commonly called flu. It’s a funky little buddy that I hadn’t spent time with in many years…and as it turns out, I was OK with that. I hope not to run into him again. Ever. But it did make me realize three things:
1. The first few nights I am seriously sick I always have horrible, anxious fever-dreams. They make me as big a mess mentally as I feel physically. They’re usually some kind of circular logic issue. Like I’m working on a book but there’s always another page to do, or I’m trying to make a phone call and the phone won’t pick up, just weird, annoying cycles of a situation that I am unable to stop. They last the whole night, continuing through the times when I wake up to moan and groan. And it’s impossible to stop the recurring issue once it’s started. It’s like the virus has Kafka and Dali on a speed-dial party line.
2. Daytime TV has gotten much better than when I was home sick as a kid! And commercial breaks have grown much longer. But by the third day I got to watch like 400 episodes of House. I love that show but never get to see it.
3. Nothing makes you appreciate your life in all its simplicityAND too-busy-busyness like being too ill to blow your own nose.
Here’s to the everyday chaos. I missed it.