Germs can be our friends too…right?

I’m sick.

And I don’t mean got a little cold kind of sick.  I mean gross kind of sick.  Fever, sore throat, headache, chills and all kinds of yuck.

So I’m sitting here, working through the painful and exhausting process of building up antibodies to some random strain of sick that I somehow didn’t get as a child, eating dirt in the back yard where the cats poo or drinking out of the hose.  And I’m watching reruns of Six Feet Under on HBO GO…and knitting (yeah I knit, and I’m good at it.  I also make jewelry, book marks, crochet, sew and cook.  And I’m good at all of it.  So don’t look at me like that).

I haven’t been sick in over two years.  I’ve even been exposed to swine flu twice now and never got it and have been coughed on, sneezed on…never got anything.  Then here I am, just turned thirty last Saturday.  I’ve been taking care of myself, eating right, working out.  And SICK happens!

Well I guess this is the best time for Sick to happen.  I strongly believe that people define their lives by comparisons.  You know, we know what light is because we’ve experienced the dark.  We know what happy is because we’ve cried through sadness.  Blah, blah, blah.  So I haven’t been appreciating life very much lately.  Not because of the big 30 though.  That was actually kind of exciting.  Getting older doesn’t bother me.  I guess I’ve been getting board and lonely a lot and I’ve started going through long periods of apathy.  I haven’t been appreciating the feeling of being well like I usually do.  So I guess it’s good for me to come down with the plague for a little bit.  Get it out of the way before it really warms up.  Because as soon as I’m better, I’m going to go frolicking or something.  Outside, in the sun.  I spend too much time home alone and it’s getting depressing.  It’s just been so cold and my car is still broken down and I only get two days off a week and my schedule sucks (seriously, I’m never going to meet someone with this schedule.  But what does is matter?  Everyone I know who has someone would rather not.  And everyone who had someone lost them.  We all die alone anyways so who gives a crap)…whoa.  Sorry about that.  My inner Emo just flopped out.  Oops.

See what I mean?  I need to be sick so I can better appreciate life when I’m better and, hopefully, get out of this doom slump I’ve been in.  Cause I can’t get any writing done when I’m like this.  Not anything good anyways.

Stupid doom slump.