Interesting couple of days

I've been very under the weather recently, turns out to be some bad sea food that introduced some bacteria into my system. They are being repelled by antibiotics now! (Oh, immune system, but why couldn't you do it on your own? Were the scallops so powerful?!).

I become a crazy person when I am ill. I like to always be busy (which includes watching TV, of course, because I actively get into the lives of my TV characters, so I'm listening to what they're saying, sometimes I respond to them and wonder whether they can hear me). But when I'm sick that means I have to stop, rest, shut down for a while, drink a lot of liquids and moan and groan to myself.

I'm not that interesting to be around. I can only take so much of myself at any given point in time.

Mostly, I felt betrayed by my subconscious mind. You see, I've had fever-induced dreams for the last two nights. You know, the kind of dreams where everything is absolutely crazy, and it's only because your body is on fire so to speak that your mind is racing about furiously and frantically? Well, apparently I dream about sending out a bill to a client (which, incidentally, does not have to go out for about another 10 days), and I dream about a motion that I am drafting. Really? This is what I could come up with while in my fever-induced state? I dream about this stuff all the time. I was so disappointed in myself.

I also start going through the motions of thinking that I must save! save! save! so that when I am old and alone, I will be able to afford a nice assisted living facility, where people take care of you, and check on you regularly, so you don't have to start camping out in emergency rooms. And obviously by "you" I mean "me" or "I" as appropriate.

I watched a lot of TV over the last couple of days. I remembered why I loved How I Met Your Mother so much when I used to watch it in Sierra Leone with the gang. That might also because I watched at least five episodes of it this weekend (perhaps while delirious).

Is it just me or do the cashiers at Duane Reade recoil when you check out with items such as Airborne, Nyquil, Dayquil, etc.? All I wanted was a little bit of compassion and sympathy.

I'm much, much better. Although I'm still disappointed in my sorry mind. From now on, when the time calls for it, I want feverish dreams of the right kind.