Life - Sick Days

I've decided to declare my love for sick days. For spending the whole day in bed, snuggled up with a blanket or a quilt. For staying in pajamas all day. For being allowed to forget about cleaning the house or buying groceries. For being allowed to not think about work or university or anything else and for just being able to do nothing.

I'm not saying sick days don't have some downsides, the obvious one being that you are sick. Being sick is pretty sucky, and it's usually filled with many undesirable symptoms that not only make you feel pretty lame but also make you a very disgusting being to be within two feet of. But this is also one of the things that makes sick days so fantastic, you are allowed to wallow in the self pity of your sickness rather than feel like you are supposed to pull yourself together and try and continue on with life.

In case it isn't noticeable I've spent the past week in a blur of sickness. It all started with a head cold that kept me in a painful and snotty stupor until I managed to get my hands on the holy grail, Codral (with my favourites pseudoephedrine and codeine). Suddenly the skies cleared and I could think, and breath and swallow and sleep. This was until I spent a day walking around feeling like my legs were about to fall off and my stomach was about to jump out of my mouth due to some lovely side-effects and I stopped taking my Codral and have since then been left feeling pretty horrible. Thankfully I spent today sleeping so I'm feeling slightly better, although this has been dampened by the fact that I have a bazillion pages of readings to do.

Darn!