Honestly. I really want to know.
Since I have an autoimmune disease, I get sick a lot. Well, more than most people. It's not like I'm Pigpen and go rolling around in germs, but more like germs love me and want to snuggle with me.
Yesterday, I was slammed with a virus. I mean, oof. I tend to use the French word assommé(e) in my mind, because that's what happens to cows at processing plants. It's when they fall as they're being slaughtered. Another delightful definition is "being poleaxed."
Okay, yes, slight exaggeration, but when you feel like you're dying, nothing seems impossible or ridiculous.
But what I want to know is where all these cultural images of "catching up on your reading" or "catching up on your Netflix" while sick came from. Have these people never actually been sick?
I'm looking at my bullet journal to see all the things I was supposed to do yesterday (write like three reviews was part of it), but I was too busy a) sleeping or b) wishing I were dead because honestly, why would I want to live like that? HA HA HA! I got nothing done. I contemplated watching some more Stranger Things but that would mean sort of sitting up in bed and paying attention and that wasn't gonna fly.
So. Today I am not dying. I hope to complete at least one review and finish this silly Lincoln Child thriller about enigmologists or whatever word he's come up with (basically, it's a much less rage-inducing version of Robert Langdon). But seriously: when people are sick, it's not like a magical day of productivity.
Depending on your definition of productivity.
Sorry, we just overshare in my family. I'll show myself out.