I am sick. The end of my nose is rubbed raw from using cheap kleenex to wipe it. My throat burns from coughing and my whole body just wants to lay in bed. I don’t get sick too often, but when I do, I spend most of the time asking myself how I ever dared to take life for granted when healthy. All my procrastination irks me, now that the deadline is approaching on a few articles and I have to muster up strength just to get to the computer. Never again, I pledge. Like the hungover drunk who vows to become a teetotaler.
Still, I manage to find a few things to be grateful for:
- online scrabble games
- orange juice
- knowing that I will eventually get better
- paid sick days
- ricola cough drops
- all that OTC medicine so readily available to me