Illness, Laziness, Homeness

Back home again. My immune system took this as its cue to kick its feet up and go, "Fuck it!"

Then again, maybe it deserves a little bit more credit. It got me through the semester with a minimal amount of interruption. Not to mention that I've seen Jordan nearly every day for the past week or so, who, as it turns out, has strep throat. And then suddenly the little tickle in the back of my throat felt a lot more ominous. No fever or anything yet, but that's not unexpected. For some reason my body considers even the teensiest move above 98 degrees to be a last-ditch-oh-my-God-I'm-just-going-to-force-this-guy-in-bed scenario.

Another thing my body doesn't like? Vomiting. It doesn't do that. Understandable, though. When you are a skinny dude, your body wants to hold on to as much mass as possible.

But enough about body temperature and vomiting.

Over the past few days, I've been on a pretty steady diet of zinc, elderberry-based medications, amoxicillin, spicy foods, and warm whiskey. As someone who likes whiskey, I can assure you that it becomes a lot harder to tolerate after being heated in the microwave for fifteen seconds. Really. Get a whiff of it and you'll jump a few feet backwards. I know this because this is precisely what my cat did yesterday evening.

Being here is nice, but I have a hard time being productive. Not just because of the whole sick thing. There's just something about being home that makes my mind go into high school mode. I become a little more dependent, a little less motivated. A little more lazy. For a day or so, this is nice, but as you probably know, after too much inactivity, I go a little crazy.

Maybe that'll change in a few days. Hopefully that'll change even more when this antibiotic does its thing. But in the meantime, all I can do is try to do.