Friday, April 11, 2014

Sick Day

For the last three days, some combination of cold-allergy-sinus mess has been creeping up on me. Determined to fight off the onset, I did every trick of the trade in my nursing brain, but today I submit to it's total dominion over my frumpy self.

Forget about fevers, I have my own special symptoms - here is how I know I'm sick:

  1. I don't care about things that I usually obsess over.
  2. I feel like I'm wearing a hat.  I check myself in the mirror.  Yep, just as I thought;  I'm not wearing a hat.  Something is going on in my cranium.  Go back to symptom #1.
  3. I have Cold Onset Attention Deficit Disorder Loop (COADDL).  It is an incredibly indecisive state.  Symptomatically, it looks something like this:  I need coffee, and that will make it all better. I walked in to the kitchen for coffee.  Then I looked at tea.  I wondered if we still have peppercorns (I don't know why), so I checked.  An empty spice container caught my eye;  that would be good for craft glitter.  I go to the laundry/studio (or laundrio, as I call it) to add it to my stash.  Who put this Biology book on the laundrio counter?  I notice dark socks in the basket of white clothes.  I decide to do a load of laundry.  I don't do a load of laundry.  Why do I have an empty spice container in my hand?  Oh, yeah, now I remember...I put it in the container stash.  My dog is staring at me.  I stare back and ponder what she might be thinking.  I need to sit down.  After one second in the recliner, I wonder why I don't have coffee.  I need coffee. I get up and walk into the kitchen for coffee...or tea (repeat this cycle till I land back at symptom #1).
  4. The calendar gets a clean sweep, so I can veg out.  Usually, it is hard to make me cancel anything. 
  5. Shower...stand there till the hot water turns cold.  I should get out.  Darn that symptom #1.
  6. Fashion smashion.  Looking for clothes that fit like a table cloth.
  7. Wondering if everyone really has to eat today, or can I talk them out of it.  If they have to catch something from me, I wish it would be symptom #1.
  8. Turned off my son's alarm clock and let him stay in bed.  He'll only want to talk to me.  It's merciful.
  9. Turn on television.  Flip through channels.  Turn off television.  Stare at it anyway.
  10. Type blog post.  At least I can say I did something.   I should proof it.  I should draw a cartoon. Stick figures will do.  Shazzbat, I'm back on symptom #1 again.  Just email me needed corrections.  Or not.
Everybody have a great day.  I need coffee.




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