Take your dirty minds off the gutter cos this post is not R-18.
I spent the day in bed nursing a bad and-I must say-icky bout with flu and cough that eventually evolved into full-blown fever. This has been the recurring malaise in this household – the endless coughing and sneezing, discarded tissues and cough drops and other medicines pooling on the kitchen table.
The workaholic that I am, I attempted to work from home using the out-of-office feature of the company email. But my boss, bless her heart, has issued directives that I need to just rest, sleep and yes, hydrate. I happily obliged — sleeping like I never did before. I must have amounted a decent amount of “air miles” just by the whole day shut-eye. The only draw back to this is that I will be wide awake until 12 midnight.
Spending the day in bed is glorious, for the first three hours at least. After that, it’s just me and a series of “I am so bored…I am so bored” rant. I tried to stave away boredom by sleeping but upon waking up, I was bored again. Must be the fact that I am used to doing a lot of things (usually at the same time) every waking hour. The fact that my work calendar is filled to the brim, and it’s just January 03, is a testament of the things to come my way this 2014.
At work, I usually try to catch a few zzzzs during lunch break, but my staff has gotten this habit of waking me up by urgently and forcefully whispering my name just as the clock hits 1PM. I usually wake up with a jerk and a searing headache.
Spending the day in bed constituted of reading trashy celebrity stories (didn’t know Charlize Theron and Sean Penn is now an item. Thanks, TMZ) and playing with the other cat (name: Scarface) who decided to park her butt on my tummy. I would have loved to watch television, but I don’t have one in my room. I would have taken the time to catch up on my reading but I need to buy a new one, preferably the fourth book in the Game of Thrones series. And besides, I cannot read Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone for the 8th? 9th? time because then, I would need to read the rest of the series again. I mean, I would love to but…
By noon, I had to drag my butt downstairs to eat then go back up again to rest and drink my meds. In one of my visits to the OB Gyne, the doctor told me that she would definitely issue a “bed rest” order as soon as I was able to conceive, the whole afternoon lying in bed got me thinking if I could handle 30 days or more of bed rest. God bless my heart, I will go bonkers.