Tonight I am exhausted.
Having been quite sick for most of the last week, my energy is at an all time low. Normally I can kick it pretty well after about a day or two of an illness, but this blasted flu has really dug its claws in deep.
I feel as though my sinuses are in a vice that has been set on “death grip.”
That, and the fact that my nose is dripping for all of Canada. It’s like I have a leaky tap attached to my face.
I really hope my cat doesn’t start to hydrate herself from my nostrils as I sleep (uneasily at best), thinking that I actually have transformed into some kind of human-malfunctioning-faucet hybrid.
(If you’re reading this Uwe Boll, I don’t give you permission to take this idea and turn it into a movie. Just walk away now.)
Our kitty doesn’t do well at the vet at the best of times and I really don’t want to have to take her in due to massive mucus ingestion.
The embarrassment of the explanation alone might destroy me.
So as you can imagine, all in all, this whole sickness experience has been, for lack of a more poetic term, bloody lovely.
(Let me assure you.)
(Erm.)
Anywho, despite my all-encompassing-entire-body lethargy, M and I went and had dinner with some brilliant friends this evening.
My sister in-law is in town from the Big Apple, and we had dinner with her and her parents, and her three nephews.
At one point every single person in the house, save for me, was playing (re: wailing on) an incredibly random assortment of musical instruments. For serious, we had the bodhran, the maracas, the violin, the bagpipe chanter, the recorder, the auto harp, and the piano all going at once.
I just laughed like a loon, giggling myself into a tear-streaked stupor.
It was like that scene from Mary Poppins that features Bert’s one man band, just without the – you know – talent and musical prowess.
Not that I’m complaining. It was sheer brilliance.
Now that I have arrived back home, I am in the process of rehydrating. It is imperative that I replace all that vital fluid I lost through my laugh attack induced tears – plus my throat is like the mother fracking Sahara here dudes. DRY AS CRAP.
The way that this this blasted sickness has set up camp in my chest, it’s like Occupy fricken Wall Street in there.
Though Occupy Respiratory System doesn’t have quite the same ring to it…
(We’ll also have to wait and see if Kanye manages to show up or not.)
Okay, enough now. I’m all over the place tonight.
What I’m trying to say here is that I am making a concerted effort to just chilling out.
FOR REAL.
This is especially true due to the fact that I always find that it’s a bit of an adjustment period heading back to work after an extended period of time off. You have to find the right rhythms, get used to the crank of the gears, and the ebb and flow of the, well, flow charts.
(Let alone the challenge of accomplishing all this when you have an accordion in your lungs and nasal cavities with the proportions and capabilities of a water hose.)
It’s discombobulating! But heartening to acknowledge that at least everything will eventually return to as it once was, all in good time.
In the interim, I am going to sleep like a sleeping thing, and drink like a drinking thing, and eat as much lemon meringue pie that I possibly can.
It’s probably not the best thing to be eating while still fighting the flu.
Can I write it off as part of my daily citrus-Vitamin C intake?
Because that’s my story and I’m sticking to it.
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