My body still aches, my nose is clogged with mucus, and I can’t taste much, but I haven’t posted for a while so I figured, why not? It’s not like I’ve got anything else to do.

I went to work last week Thursday with a slightly runny nose, which I suspected had something to do with a tooth infection that I have to get sorted out. Looking at my symptoms now, I’m guessing the flu, being the bastard that it is, saw an easy target and decided to do what it does best. I’m not sure where I picked it up though because the only person who was sick at work had tonsillitis, and the only way I’d have picked that up was if she and I decided to swap some spit. While this is not an entirely off-putting idea, we do work together and I have a very clear policy about not mixing business and pleasure. But whatever the cause was, by Thursday night my throat felt like a miniature farmer had decided to take his tiny tractor and plough out for a spin on the back of my throat. I struggled to get to sleep and woke up several times during the night, leaving me pretty knackered by the time the sun rose the next day.

I ended up leaving the doctor on Friday morning with a diagnosis of Pharyngitis (throat infection), as well as a mouth abscess. I didn’t even realise that it had come back after it disappeared on its own a few weeks ago (and just to get things straight, the abscess thing sounds way more disgusting than it actually was). Anyway, the doc gave me some Defcon One class antibiotics to deal with the infection, an anti-inflammatory throat spray to help deal with the pain in my throat, and told me to get some rest.

On Saturday I made the mistake of thinking I was healthy enough to go out for breakfast (a man can only survive on yoghurt for so long), but I regretted my decision not too long afterwards. Fatigue began to creep into my muscles and I knew my energy levels were fading fast. Thankfully the restaurant was pretty close by so it only took me 5 minutes to walk home, but I still had to wait 45 minutes for my breakfast because the place was so damn busy.

The rest of the weekend was spent getting some documentaries under my belt since I lacked the energy and motivation to play any games (the number one sign that I’m actually sick). I finished watching:

  • The Internet’s Own Boy
  • Bronies: The Extremely Unexpected Adult Fans of My Little Pony
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I also took the time to watch John Carpenter’s The Thing. A lot of online reviewers have talked about it recently, so despite my dislike for horror films, I decided to check it out. Well, I was pleasantly surprised to say the least. I honestly thought I was going to shit my pants while watching this film, or at very least hide under the covers quivering in fear, but I ended up enjoying the movie quite a bit.

Otherwise the rest of the weekend was spent in the foetal position (which is hardly my favourite position, just so you know) either in bed or on the couch. My body is in this awkward space between being too sick to really do anything but not sick enough to just pass out and get some sleep.

Unfortunately, I also haven’t been in the greatest mental space recently, but I put that down to the fact that I haven’t been writing or klapping gym (exercising) much lately. Without a healthy outlet for some of the bullshit that floats around inside my head, I tend to get into some very negative, peculiar, moods. I know I’m odd, but even I’ve been looking at myself lately and asking myself “What’s up man? You seem more out of it than usual.” I should at very least keep writing, especially if my health issues are preventing me from working out.

So that’s it for now faithful readers. I shall be returning shortly with some very brief reviews of the films I got through over the weekend.

 

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