I hate feeling sick. I've never been good at just being and resting till I'm well. Thoughts of what I could be getting done and the realization that the longer I spend sick, the less time I'll have for real vacation time keep me agitated and restless.
Plus, after I've slept for so long, my mind feels almost fully awake while my body still feels like a slug. Today the sky is brilliant blue. I want to run and play. I want to work. I want to see my friends! But every time I venture from my room I find myself regretting the decision before I make it down the stairs.
Hopefully this will pass soon. At least James isn't afraid of my germiness.
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