Bleargh.
I mean, sure, it happens to all of us. For me, though, I feel like it happens in flurries. Long stretches of nothing really worrying and then a series of days where things just sort of keep going wrong. Am I having a whinge? Yeah, sure. But humor me.
When I was a kid, sick days were about not doing anything, mainly because I didn’t want to do something. Or anything. When I became a grown-up, that sort of still held true for jobs that made me utterly miserable (and we have all had them at one time or another). On those days that I really was unwell, I was kind of happy to take on feverish, barfy hours of unpleasantness to have the privilege of not being in the office.
Except now I work in a place where I like what I do and I like the people who share the work with me. So now being sick is genuinely inconvenient, and really kind of irritating.
These past few days have been a one-two punch of BLEARGH and I’m really over it now. Honestly and truly.
You know how bad I’m feeling? I skipped out on swording. Gah.
Anyway, that’s why there’s not any nifty new stuff from the world of Oplosophia. Maybe I’ll feel up to tackling a few more paragraphs tomorrow.
In the meantime, take care of yourselves, and may none of you end up with your feelings elegantly represented by a bit of doorjamb graffiti.
I’m sorry you’re not feeling well. Your generosity in allowing a sick person to crash at your place for a couple of hours should earn you a pass from being ill.
If you’re the C I remember from AMHS, it’s awesome to hear from you, and I hope you’re well. Cheers!
I am said C. I also wanted to take the time to apologize for being an ass those many moons ago. I’m glad to know you’re doing well and wish you continued happiness in life.
I’ll be perfectly honest here, C — at no point in time do I remember you being any variety of ass. I remember you fondly, in fact. May your future be bright and happy!