Sick
Flu, for just over a week now. Every couple hours, fever comes, fever goes. I can hear my eyes move. I know exactly how weird that sounds.
I can’t sleep more than about two hours at a time. I can’t get back to sleep, because everything hurts. I feel like I’ve been beaten.
Chad and Andrea brought over some Robitussin and acetaminophen. Those help quite a bit, but I think one of them makes me nauseous.
I miss Sue, as strongly as ever. The obsessive bits have been getting out of control. This is the part I’m scared of.
It’s as if there’s no … reason. No goal. No purpose. All I can do for the next several days is wake up and go back to sleep and hurt. What’s at the end of it? I can go back to work.
Been wanting to write about this, but even now it’s mostly incoherent. I wanted to post something, but I didn’t want this to be a aww-pity-me-waaaah post. Is there any other way to express how I feel?
Jim, don’t let your brain talk you out of calling me if you need something. Just cause I brought you groceries the other day doesn’t mean you can’t ask for anything else from me. You’re not being an imposition, and I figured I’d put that in writing for you to stare at. Get better.
Posted October 2, 2009, 8:12 amRoger. Thanks again for the groceries, though.
Posted October 2, 2009, 11:01 amSo… has your blog faded?
Posted November 3, 2009, 10:26 amNo more than I have. Going to post more Real Soon Now.
Posted November 3, 2009, 8:00 pm