I hate being sick.
It's not the needing to sleep all the time, or the fuzzy head that bothers me, though. No, the part that has me looking to never be so sick again is the time it takes to recover from the worst of it. So when I got the stomach bug earlier this week I was not a happy camper. For two days I lived on the couch and couldn't handle much more then gatorade, sprite, crackers, and buttered bread. Water tasted nasty and I slept whenever I was remotely comfortable.
I still don't feel the greatest, but I'll live. At least I don't have to carry a bucket around with me any more.
Today is the first time all week I've been remotely interested in doing anything other then sleep. I have edits I started at work last night still waiting to put into chapter twenty-eight and there's artwork waiting for me in my studio. On top of that, I have a pile of buttery soft, golden buckskin and a pattern I sketched up for a bodice.
Hopefully I'll be able to touch on all those projects at some point today, but for now I'm off to work in those new edits.
Also, I need to find some real food. If I have to drink any more fierce grape gatorade I swear I'm going to turned purple.
~Sun and Moon