Monday, October 1, 2012

The Irony of Getting Sick

For most of last week, I was very good about getting my work done before "playing."  I kept telling myself that I had most of Sunday for various leisurely pursuits, and that I'd just feel better in the long run if I did all the grunt work in the moment.

On Saturday I kept working hard.  I planted my fall flowers, helped Michael in the backyard a little bit, and did all my prep work for this upcoming week of school.  I was a whirlwind of productivity.  As I was creating a calendar on the computer, I noticed that it was a little painful to swallow, but was then sidetracked by something and forgot to worry about the symptom anymore.

Later that evening, as I was assembling dinner, the Illness Fairy came up behind me and whacked me on the back of the head and it was all over.  (Seriously, that's what it felt like!  Just minding my business and then my body completely gave itself over to being sick.)  I went to bed early, asked Michael to go get some throat lozenges from the store, and spent most of the night awake in achy, feverish pain.  Sunday was spent in likewise fashion.

The annoying irony of getting sick is that it forces you to lay down and completely ignore your usual responsibilities, but you feel so wickedly awful that you don't care one stitch about participating in your leisure activities.  For days I had been looking forward to being able to rest and spend some time on the things that add spice to my life, and I was indeed granted time to rest at the expense of being able to minutely perform any of those leisure activities.  Argh.

*sigh*  There's not a whole lot that can be done about it, so it's pointless to complain.  I'm just always amused by the irony of the situation.

I have no idea how much school we'll get done in the next few days.  So far I think it's a bad allergy attack (it's the right time of year), but if my kids start picking it up, then we'll know that it's some sort of cold.  I think today will just be spent in picking up the house and having the kids read out loud to me, as my voice is pretty shot.  We'll resume "getting caught up" in a few weeks.

And based upon the coughing I just heard from Monkeyboy, I'm thinking we've caught a cold.  Fun times ahead here in Brooketopia.

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