On the mend...

What I hate the most about being sick is not being able to concentrate. Having a crappy paycheck coming up ain't too hot either, but that is not what frustrates me.

The past while I have been hit by a nasty bug. It started off like the flu but by Friday degenerated. Sniffing, sneezing, being lethargic, no problem. But the bug hit me in the gut and I was completely useless.

If I wasn't on the can, I was in bed with no energy. And if I was up, I couldn't focus. Last week I had finished a new short story and tried to edit it on Saturday and Sunday, but couldn't. And I was on urbis to do reviews and couldn't focus.

It is this thing where my brain is active but things are so scattered I can't do anything with it. To make things worse, I only have 3 channels on the TV and no mindless fluff to plunk into the DVD or VCR. And no new simple reads in the apartment.

For someone like me, this is frustrating. I wanted to write. I wanted to get some more credits. I wanted to attack the next chapter of my novel. But all I could do was run back and forth from my bedroom to the can & back. A prisoner in my own mind. And because of that, I couldn't shut my brain off so I had a hard time to sleep.

Late yesterday the fever broke and today my trips to the can were less frequent. And food actually stayed down. But as my luck would have it, today, urbis is down. So all I had was 3 channels of TV.

I had forgotten what a waste land TV is. We have bubbly, moronic Regis and Kelly. The shrill sycophants on the View. Different shows on how to improve your house and yourself. And the ever pompous Oprah and trite Dr. Phil.

Lest we forget the soap operas. One utterly pathetic one, Passions, has a plotline where one of the characters is in the catacombs under the Vatican being prepared for some sort of sacrifice. With an evil looking monk around. Must be evil because you never see his face.

In many ways, I wished I was at work. I can be mindless there and get money. But I couldn't risk it today. Yet now my system is starting to settle, I can go back and mend there.

It will be a couple of more days before my system is back to normal and I will be able to eat like a pig again. Argh! I hate being sick but then again who does?

Thus ends my rant.