Entries in sick (4)

Wednesday
Mar102010

Sleeping Sickness.

I slept for twelve hours on a work night.

I needed the sleep or at least my body told me that when I was falling asleep at my desk last night. I think it was a mixture of allergies and a few unintentional late nights.

So when I woke up this morning all I can think of is how I wasted my evening last night by going to bed at 7:15pm. I didn't eat supper, I didn't read, I didn't write, and I didn't get some much needed cleaning done. I did start laundry but forgot to put half the load in the dryer (but that is why I have in suite laundry).

So tonight will I play catch up on all the things I missed or will my body tell me to call it quits early again?

Wednesday
Jan202010

To Hellholes and Back.

With the significant amount of down time I’ve had in the last few days it is no wonder I read two books, watched a couple seasons of tv shows, and a few shitty movies.  That is the one and only thing I enjoy about being sick being able to “relax” and do your own thing without having to worry if your place is clean or what you are doing at work tomorrow.

Over the last couple years I’ve grown to love Chuck Thompson’s writing.  I picked up his book “Smile When You’re Lying” shortly before heading down to Mexico a few years ago and thoroughly enjoyed reading it in the Mexican sunshine. So as soon as I found out he had a new book out I picked it up at my local book store and read the shit out of it while I was sick.

Within the few pages of “To Hellholes and Back: Bribes, Lies, and the Art of Extreme Tourism” I was hooked. So I had to share a particular couple paragraphs with you from page 7.

“We’ve become to soft. Like Jell-O. You. Me. Everyone. America. Americans. Too fragile to breath in some else’s cigarette smoke, ride a bike without a helmet, or play Texas hold ‘em without a pair of wraparound sunglasses. We’re turning into a nation of fearful twats, obsessed with supposedly tragic childhoods, lousy parents, career disappointments, social outrages, political grudges, and long lists of personal grievances that until recently were collectively known as the human fucking condition.
            Our edges have been beaten away by trophies handed out just for showing up; schools that no longer make kids memorize multiplication tables; doctors who pass out brain meds like Skittles; and therapists who indulge the public’s every impulse to whine and wallow in self obsession. The pussification of America, promoted by corporate empires with an interest in keeping the nation in a state of suspended me-me-me childhood, is especially insulting to anyone with a memory that stretches back to a time when comic books and superheroes were a cultural mainstays only for those under twelve years old and our national leaders didn’t use words like “bad guy” to describe criminals, misfits, and every third unlikable foreigner.”


I highly recommend this book and any work by Chuck Thompson. I’ll lend you some books as long as I get them back. They are always a fun read.

Sunday
Jan172010

Illness. 

Yesterday I spent a surprising amount of time not doing anything. I watched movies that I hadn’t seen yet and listened to New Order. That is the wonders of being sick you can justify doing absolutely nothing productive. I’m convinced I have the plague because my symptoms change daily.

Today will be more of the same. Maybe I’ll call my mom and get her to bring me some soup.

Thursday
Jan142010

I can feel it in my bones.

Rozie: “You should blog something.

I really should but it will just be me complaining about getting sick.

At this very moment I feel like I’m fighting off death. I’m not really that sick I just have a sore throat and my entire body aches. This has been going on for two days. Two days of knowing I’m going to be sick it is just a matter of when.

Personally I hate being sick. I don’t know anyone who enjoys it, but when it is like this I have to “Man up” and still go to work. I’m at that in between stage between not being all that sick and the right amount of being sick to miss work.

I was talking to Dave today and he was telling me he hasn’t been sick since the 90’s. The fucking 1990’s. No colds, fevers, or anything well except when he gave himself food poisoning last year. This just boggles my mind because I’m sick like every year at least once. And when I say sick I mean cripplingly sick. Unable to leave my bed let alone go to work.

I’m the type of guy who doesn’t go to the doctor all that often and when I do I find out I’ve had pneumonia for the last two months. (This actually happened last year)

So I’m going to set the bath to boil, eat some cough drops, and drink some tea. Hopefully curing my ailments enough to go to a safety meeting tomorrow and keep me away from the witch doctors a day longer.