So Girl woke up and declared she was getting sick. Now, due to the Second Law of Hypochondriacs, I am now also feeling as though imminent discomfort is at hand.
To be fair, two days ago I reorganized my entire office.
Not entirely non-sequitur, there; I do have a proven allergy to dust, and as I was moving various boxes, gadgets, papers, &c from one end of the room to the other and back again, I was aerating vast quantities of the stuff. (Tangent: it turns out that old chestnut about dust being comprised of mostly dead skin cells from humans is a gross exaggeration, which is a bit of a relief, as I was never totally comfortable with the idea that my uncontrollable sneezing fits and blinding eye-waterings were due to me being allergic to myself. Though I do appreciate the irony of the concept.) Point being, when I have a dust attack, I often end up feeling sick for a few days, a combination of feeling dopey from antihistamines and the physical sneeze-hangover from having the histamines coursing uncontrollably in the first place.
On the other hand, more than once I’ve felt ill for days after an allergy attack, only to come to the conclusion that I was actually sick. It’s a strange trigger, these uncontrollable sneezing jags; weakens the body just enough so that it can tag some passing bug and reduce the already miserable body to utter zombiehood.
Witness the now. Here I am, 9am, it’s dark and gray and dripping outside, the house is chilly, and really all I want to do is heat up some soup, make some tea, and go back to bed with a pile of comic books. And to be fair, as I’m still very much on the part time end of things, there is nothing stopping me from doing so. Nothing save my own stubbornness, my own determination to Get Things Done, or perhaps due to the fact that there’s nobody here to make the soup for me.
I think I will have that tea, tho.