Worst sick person ever.
Posted on October 16th, 2010
I blame the German 25% of my genome for this, but I am the worst sick person ever. I can’t stand lazing about and reading (unless I’m taking notes on or highlighting what I’m reading). I can’t stand having dirty dishes accumulate. I can’t stand the fact the laundry isn’t getting done. I down the Tylenol and Robitussin and, during the hour and a half when they’re at peak efficiency, I try to do as much housework as I can, then I fall sit down again. If I had just a teeny bit more energy, I’d be vacuuming right now, because the place needs it.
I should be writing, walking, or conquering Belgium. Anything but sitting around on a beautiful sunny fall day with a fever and looking out the window, wishing I were picking apples or going on a hayride or wandering a corn maze or picking through a pumpkin patch.