In spite of my denial and then my pleading, the sky has started to show the signs of the forthcoming Thursday. It’s quarter after 7 and I’ve been up for almost 2 and a half hours sick on the couch. My nose is raw from the boxes of tissues, my head is throbbing from the pressure and sleep eluded me all night. A small consolation is that I’ve stopped shivering.
I can’t help but sit here and think about all the work that didn’t get done yesterday and the mounting pile that I will not get to today. I wonder if there’s a connection to anxiety and recovery time? If so, I may be doomed to be sick forever.
Even the internet seems boring to me. Normally I would be looking at the daily news but that’s all I’ve been watching for hours. Although it’s endlessly entertaining to watch a video clip of Jimmy Buffet falling off a stage in Australia, most of the news is uninteresting and it’s repetition is starting to bother me.
I wish I had some sleeping pills.
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