1. I feel like a giant squid is living inside of me.
Aches, coughing, lungs in shaky shape, drippy nose, headache. Even my hair hurts. (Whenever I get sick, my hair feels wrong on my head. It's the one time I have to stuff it into a braid otherwise I feel like hitting it.)
2. A sweater I finished knitting looks like *&^%$#.
Wrong size. Fits stupidly. Looks horrible. Hate the color, too. Of course this has nothing to do with being sick, but I want to blame it on the illness anyway.
3. I have to go to a funeral tomorrow. I'm supporting a friend I love, but not being able to physically do more for him makes being sick hard.
Now, the pros:
1. Reading for pleasure.
Every month I read just about my weight in books to see what I am going to review for either The Boston Globe, Dame or something assigned to me for People. But when I'm sick, I get to dip into the pile of books I want to read, titles which somehow won't work for review, for one reason or another--or I don't know yet whether I will review them. Oh what bliss! I read three novels yesterday, and ended up loving two so much I AM reviewing them, which means I can't tell you what they are right now. The third I am on the fence about, but just laying in bed reading and snoozing and reading some more was pure bliss.
I hate medicine. Hate antibiotics. Hate the way they make you feel and look and whenever I can do something in a more natural way, I am happy. I am especially fond of oregano oil (google it and you will see I'm not just talking in a deluded illness sort of way) has tested just as well as antibiotics in clinical trials. It does make you smell like a felafel and the taste is not great, but you can disguise it in juice and gulp fast. Airborne, despite the claims that it does not work--works for me. Is it all in the mind? Maybe, but who cares if you get the great results.
3. Not having to do any work.
In our house, we work 7 days a week (with lots of time for play, of course), but I have not done a lick of work for two days and it's lovely
4. Being babied.