I hate being sick. It just gets in the way of everything. It interferes with my plans. Plans for eating, sleeping, exercising, reading, working, socialising, thinking clearly, they all go down the tube. The fact that I have this free time off work but can’t do anything with it would almost be frustrating if I weren’t so preoccupied with being stiff, sore and generally achy. There’s nothing much else to be done but to curl up in bed and wait for my immune system to do it’s thing at a microscopic level.
Things could be an awful lot worse, it’s just that it’s been a while since I’ve had my host body properly hijacked by some low-level life form so I’m more grumpy about it than usual. I also want to do some serious pondering about life direction (career direction more specifically) and it’s hard to do when my head is all cloudy and I don’t feel like getting out of bed, let alone doing anything productive. It’s hard to get inspired to change your life when all you really want is some soup. Soup. Now there’s a good idea. But hopefully this is the lower point of whatever this sickness is, and I can start working myself back towards normal function, for there is much that I would like to do.