Cabin fever
When I woke up yesterday, I felt alright, but as the day wore on, I started feeling worse and worse. I was stuck at the Spectrum office writing, editing and listening to the candidates for this week’s SA presidential elections from 10:30 a.m. to about midnight. By the time 10 p.m. rolled around I was wearing the sweatshirt I’d worn that morning, my boyfriend’s sweatshirt, his jacket and my gloves, sprawled out on the office couch, trying to sleep in between shivers.
Surprise, surprise, I didn’t go to class today, spending most of the day asleep in bed.
Someone please explain to me why I feel the urge to repaint my bedroom walls?
Being sick makes me feel antsy. I get really bad cases of cabin fever very quickly. But it always creates an urge in me to do the most random things that I probably wouldn’t think about doing otherwise.
It hasn’t been too bad today, probably because whatever was making sick seems to have already passed. Right now I merely feel the urge to do my laundry, clean and redecorate my room, knit a sweater and rearrange my bookshelf.
The more involved the illness, the more ridiculous it gets. When I had my wisdom teeth out last winter and subsequently spent a week in bed, I spent a lot of that time contemplating how much I really, really wanted to go dirt bike riding. And climb a mountain.
Hopefully I’m right and this little bout of sickness has passed, or my next post might be about how I broke my legs sky diving.
