sick

I'm sick. And I really, really hate it.

Obviously, nobody likes being sick...except for maybe cubicle workers really eager for a day of soap operas instead of staples, but I am certainly not a cubicle worker.

This bout of illness just came out of nowhere and steamrolled me, like a sumo ninja or something. I mean, yesterday I felt ill enough that I was wondering how possible it was to get an ear infection at age 16, but this morning, I just knew my body was only working at 60, 50% capacity. Decided to go to church for blessings and whatnot, figuring that by the time I got home and took a nice Sunday nap, I'd be good to go and work on my room.

We weren't far into sacrament meeting when Mom and I realized I had to go home. Not only was I feeling sick, tired, runny/stuffy nose-y, and always ready to cough, but I was talking like I do when I'm sick. Trying to make jokes that turn out reallllllly bad, saying whatever random thing passes through my head, confusing reality with non-reality. (And I'm well-aware that now I described that to you I sound like I'm perpetually sick, but trust me...I'm not.)

We got home and I took a lovely four hour nap, but it didn't do much good. I woke up at 2 and still felt ill, but needed to get up. Lots of times I recover the more I walk around if its just some puny bug- another reason I wanted to go to church. But Dad's watching Golf and its nowhere near as exciting of a game as it was last time he watched it, so I just decided to complain about my sickness. If I had my way, I'd probably be playing Super Mario Galaxy right now, as I'm too crazy-brained to do anything really productive.

But anyway. I'm sitting here with my nose constantly hurting from need to blow, but everytime I try it just gets worse. Then, all of a sudden, it gets runny. Then proceeds to block itself up again. And coughing still barrels me over. But the worst part about this summer cold or whatever it is isn't the visible symptoms, it's the sledgehammer that sumo ninja is slamming into my head. I can feel it...could probably describe where he's hitting it, but to a sane person my description would make even less sense than any of the other gobledegook I've written. (Let me say this- thank goodness keyboards have backspace...I tried to spell "2" with a "D", "visible" as "symptoms" and "written" came out as "ritne". To name a few.)

So combine the headache, nose issues, and throat issues (plus that my neck hurts from trying to touch my head and my back hurts from...feeling left out, I guess) and I'm practically crying. A few minutes ago, reading comics, I heard myself shouting "no, no, no, no!" at apparently that ninja, and I didn't tell my mouth to say anything. Then I was crying.

So just gonna try and drown this cold and recover over a meatball sandwich so that I'm not completely useless today. The sandwich thing reminds me- when I was cleaning out my room I found this little book I drew in when I was young, and there was this section I had for puzzles...like a witch jumping out of sand would be revealed next page to be a sandwich, and some fire-fighting flies ended up being fireflies, and...uh...some other ones.

Eugh.