Praise be to whatever deities may exist! I've somehow managed to land myself an illness. It isn't particularly bad, and there's no vomiting or anything, but it has induced serious enough weakness that I am unable to get up and aid anyone.
Normally I would not be celebrating this but I refuse to let myself lie around and not help people unless I have some sort of legitimate excuse such as this. I've also desperately needed a break and since stress tends to make it very easy for me to become sick (which doesn't usually happen to me) maybe this will be a warning flag to the rest of the crew that maybe we need to slow it down a little. Or at least with me. I'm still having the occasional malfunction with my body mechanics and I daresay I'm not quite at full mental capacity either. However, given this chance to rest I think I should be alright from here on out.
They've even gone out of their way to fix my cooling system. That was nice.
I do feel a bit guilty about lying in bed all day, but I haven't been taking unnecessary luxuries. I've mostly just been sleeping a lot. I'd probably feel more guilty if it were something I had control over or had done intentionally.
I presume tomorrow I'l be fully ready to face the immense workload that I'm sure is waiting for me. I feel much better already, and I still have another solid six to eight hours of sleep ahead of me. It depends on when Lorraine decides to wake me up.
On a side note, while I'm enjoying the overall result of the sickness as I'll be able to more readily face the tasks ahead of me later on, this weakness is quite the bother. I can't move a whole lot without it hurting immensely, and I've barely been able to do anything all day. Though I suppose being sick does mean negative things in general with one's body, doesn't it? It's a bit odd and absurd to expect it to all be good. Well, it should be gone by tomorrow. I hope. Two days of being sick is a bit much for me.
Until next we meet.
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