I have been sick for days. That never happens to me. At worst, I'm out of commission for one day, tops. Today is my fourth day and I could have finally gone back to regular activities if I hadn't spent the last three days laying around the house, sleeping and struggling to keep food down. I was still on "Medical Watch" by my mother. At least I won't have to call in for another day of work; I am totally good to go for tomorrow.
On that note, I really haven't done much of anything aside from lie on the couch and watch whatever happened to be on (everything from The Shining to the news). Oh, and I rewatched the original Star Wars trilogy. I'm not sure when it happened, but at some point, those movies became the movies I watch whenever I'm sick. I love them; they're some of the only movies I can just watch without having to multi-task, but I know them so well, I can literally watch them with my eyes closed. So, when I'm tired and pop one in, I watch it for a little bit, and then I close my eyes because I'm sick and tired, and then the end credits are rolling. It's like magic. Please tell me I'm not the only one with a "sick movie!" I can't be.
The only other thing I've really done is tear through various Kerrelyn Sparks books. Okay, they're super cheesy, but I like them. Leave me alone. Isn't a girl allowed one vampire series? I started with Eat Prey Love (my absolute favorite; I'm going to chalk that up to my love of cats of all sizes) and it kind of took off from there, mostly rereading ones I've only read once or maybe twice. There's a new one coming out the end of this month, too (which I pre-ordered while I was on the topic). I would normally say "Right in time to get in the way of finals" but I'm pretty sure I'll have the next book knocked out in 24 hours, 48 tops, days before finals start. That's the usual pattern. Maybe these are my sick books? Something to ponder...
I can tell you there were two creatures happy I was sick. My cat definitely enjoyed me napping on my bed in the middle of the day. Okay, she spends the bulk of her day on my bed irregardless, but she's been spending even more time than usual (if that's even possible), stretching out on my bed and cuddling up to me while I was sleeping. The other happy camper was my mom's cat. When I wasn't napping on my bed, I was stretched out on the couch downstairs, which meant an available lap that she didn't have to beg for. Okay, cats never beg. But she didn't have to sit there and stare in a threatening manner at whatever laptop was on the lap she currently preferred. My lap was completely at her disposal when I was downstairs, which meant she could curl up on someone whenever she liked and not look like she wanted a lap, now, and the computer was in her way.
I am so far behind in my school work. I should have knocked some of it out today, but I was too busy being a bad patient (complaining about the restricting diet, playing the sick card when it was to my advantage and then loudly declaring I was perfectly fine 20 minutes later when I felt like it). Thank God it only lasted three days; I can't imagine what I headache I'd have been if it had lasted any longer!
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