Sick 'em

I'm in the middle of a quagmire. My bed stand is covered with Band-Aids, pills, hydrogen peroxide, remotes, and un-dealt with mail. My desk is holding about 14 bundled phone cords, the floor is covered in shoes, a vacum cleaner, empty water bottles, and news magazines. The only thing I think I'm not missing is an empty pizza box.

If you haven't guessed, I'll tell you. I've been sick. I don't know about you, but when I am sick, nothing gets done. I become a taker. I'll take whatever I need to get through the time of sickness. I know that I'll have to replace the 1/2 a chocolate cake I ate two days ago at 3am, the bag of potato chips, the umpteen bottles of water, box after box of Dreyer's Froze Fruit Bars (they must make those things with crack, and when I say crack I mean high-fructose corn syrup), Kentucky Fried Chicken, diet sodas, etc. I don't want to be this way, but a madness takes over me and I eat whatever is in sight. Now next week, when I'm feeling better I'll go to the store and replace what I ate to be sure, but this just demonstrates that when I'm sick nothing gets done.

I got bit by a Brown Recluse spider Saturday morning and it wasn't until Wednesday that I had a doctor look at it. Okay, I don't know for sure that it was a Brown Recluse but they're so sexy right now and it fits in with my sickness that I'm going to go with that. Regardless, I ended up with cellulitis which is when normal bacteria that lives on your skin, gets into the insect bite hole and Whoa, watch out. Let me just say my arm hurt like a you know what. As I was at the doctor and the nurse was taking my BP and temperature, she asked why I waited so long to come in and get my arm checked. What I wanted to tell her was, "I'm a man. And as a man, I do manly things, like push stalled cars out of the street, and wait way too long before I go to see a doctor." What I did say was, "You know, I thought it would get better, and it didn't so that's why I'm here."

But back to not getting things done. I was in the mood to get a lot of stuff done this week, really I was, but then Joe Cellulitis shows up with his fever, aches, and disorientation and when I should read a book instead all I want to do is watch Ironman, again and again. I think I will get around to getting that stuff done tomorrow, I certainly hope so as the last week has been a complete waste.

Now that I'm feeling better (not 100 per cent) I look back and say I could have put those water bottles in the recycling, but of course at the time, it was best to drink them and throw them into a pile on the floor. I know it's wrong, but I do it anyway.

I have always felt that the best thing about being sick is not when you are no longer sick. For me the best part of being sick is when you know you're getting better. When you know for sure that tomorrow you're going to feel better, and so on.

And when I clean up this quagmire, I'll feel better too.