Firmly into day three of being sick, and I’ve reached the stage where sleeping isn’t really an option; instead, I found myself lying awake in bed, my throat killing me and my head unable to stop running through “Uptown Funk” by Mark Ronson. Despite this, I know that I’m getting better because thinking doesn’t seem like such a full-time occupation anymore, unlike yesterday.
What’s amused/annoyed me in equal parts about this cold is that, the past few times I’ve been sick, it’s been on weekends and I’ve felt sorry for myself, thinking if only this would happen during the week, I wouldn’t lose my free time to being sick. Now that it’s actually happened, I’ve realized how misguided I was; my deadlines still exist, it’s just that they take longer to meet when you can’t think straight. File under “Be Careful What You Wish For, Because You’re Dumb.”