As a little kid I was poorly all the time. As a grown-up I am much better but than again, I prefer not being around people.
I used to be a little rascal and was hoping to get ill all the time. I meant I could stay at home (with or without my mom), be in bed, watch movies, be lazy and everything was server right under my nose. So where are the main changes?
I can stay at home! × I can stay at home but I have to show up at work from time to time.
As a child the outside world was not so much fun and I loved not having to attend school.
As a adult I work from home which is lucky. But I have to show up at the office from time to time to make my boss sure I'm still (barely) alive. Plus, my brain is so full of cold-slime, my IQ has dropped all the way down to the cellar. Not fun working with that. Bleh.
I have all the time in the world. × Work, work, work.
Movies, games and books for my little past self.
Current self has to work. Very unfortunate considering the fact the simpliest tasks take much more time to do because my cold makes me stupid and numb and attention-less.
Everybody cares and loves me. × I don't want to ask M. to make me a tea several times a day.
Oh, jolly times. My mum used to make me a tea, put everything I might need near the bed and everybody felt sorry for this sickly little girl.
Now I'm an adult still little by size but not so little in years. The only care a got was a call from my mum to ask how I am and to inform me I have a phone bill to pay, and an occaisonal sorry looks and teas from M.
I could lie in bed whole day. × I would lie in bed but I have to be where my laptop is. And my laptop is where a power socket is.
I used to hate my bed as my illness was finishing. I don't undestand it now. Bed is bliss. Bed is love. Bed is everything.
No need to do anything. × The mess grows with every minute.
Blissful laziness and tissues all around, just laying in bed with no worries. Ah, the kid I used to be...
Right now I'm watching the pile of dirty laundry grow a few centimetres every time I look. The kitchen is so cluttered I can't see the desk. The floor is full of hair, I could swear it's carpet.
I don't want to get better. × Please, please let me be healthy!
I wanted to be sick as long as possible cause it meant I could be home.
Now my life sucks. My work is shitty, my friends are out partying without me and the only beings I can talk to are our dogs, who don't reply with wise looks, and M. who sticks to one word replies. With tired look.
Sleep. × Can't sleep.
As a tiny little girl I hated sleep. Then I started attending school and changed my mind about sleeping. When puberty hit, my ability to sleep 20 hours hit with it.
But now (please content yourselves, the surprise is coming) I have to work so I can't sleep. I can't even enjoy little half an hour afternoon snooze becase my bad conscience won't let me.
Can't wait to get better!
How do you survive this disgustingly cold and rainy weather? Is your poorly time any different from when it was?
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