Right now, it is 1:30 in the afternoon and I am at home, in my bed, resting and trying not to choke to death during a coughing fit. I'm so bad at resting, I always have been. Even when I stayed home from school as a child, it would take less then 10 minutes of rest before I was up playing Barbies.
I'm on day 2 of being sick and so far, I am the same person now that I was when I was 7. I fucking hate resting. Yesterday, I spent all afternoon in my bedroom going between the movie Midnight in Paris, Marie Claire magazine and Judd Apatow's new book. Literally, every 5-10 minutes I would switch to another thing because resting was that boring.
Today, I tried to go to work... I really did. But I couldn't handle being around people with that much phlegm in my face. I was coughing, sneezing, blowing my nose, getting up for water every 10 minutes and then peeing every other trip. God dammit, I hate it.
So now I'm back at home... checking e-mails, reading a book, watching TV, scrolling through Instagram, Facebook and Twitter and for some reason, I also keep washing my face. I never realized how good it feels to wash your face when you're sick. Maybe that's not even a thing - but it is for me right now!
I have drank three entire Brita pitchers full of water today. And that's not even enough. I need more water. I need a faucet running down my throat at all times because my throat is on fucking fire. I feel completely helpless against my immune system. Rest helps, BUT I HATE RESTING.
This Judd Apatow book is really good because he's such a comedy nerd. Some of the interviews are with comedians before he was anybody at all - he was just a kid with a high school radio show. It's interesting to see pre-Judd Apatow Judd Apatow interview someone like Jerry Seinfeld and Jay Leno and post-Judd Apatow Judd Apatow interview famous comedians that he is now friends with.
I wish I could spend more than 5 minutes at a time reading it.
I am home alone and I wish Beau was home to take care of me... I also wish that I was the type of person who would let someone take care of her. I wish I could boss someone around and make them bring me tea and a ham sandwich, but alas, I am not. I am also too lazy to get those things myself so it looks like I'm going without tea and ham tonight.
Fuck summer colds.