But before I go to bed...
I may as well go into detail on the past few days while it all is fresh.
I had a pretty annoying cough the week before. It was apparently possessing certain more insidious traits, as within the day of Hypatia dumping me I was a little foggy headed.
Granted, I felt pretty shitty in general, but work provided something of a distraction. It wasn't until biking home that I was getting woozy. It was rather dark, I was randomly grumbling to myself and occasionally riding a bit wobbly.
The next day I wanted to punch the crap out of strangers and I had a sore throat and some soreness. Follow that work day with a baseball game and the misery only increases.
It was another day of sickness after that.
The whole thing felt like a mini-flu crossed with a cold. All the while I had to wait till Tuesday--or tomorrow--to finally get a day off.
I wanted to lay around the house and sob and scream.
But the sickness and the duty that is a job prevented any of that.
I still have the TB-inspired cough right now, but I'm 1000x better than I was two days ago.
So, a few good things out of the bug I had:
Still, it's oddly the dullness and lack of--well, so much--that is catching me off guard.
I was always afraid she'd break it off. I frequently wondered, is this the week?
Well, the wondering is done and the creature to which I pored so much thought into has pushed me away. There's something of a void there now. It's not so much that I feel myself getting over her as it is I feel myself getting over everyone.
I had a pretty annoying cough the week before. It was apparently possessing certain more insidious traits, as within the day of Hypatia dumping me I was a little foggy headed.
Granted, I felt pretty shitty in general, but work provided something of a distraction. It wasn't until biking home that I was getting woozy. It was rather dark, I was randomly grumbling to myself and occasionally riding a bit wobbly.
The next day I wanted to punch the crap out of strangers and I had a sore throat and some soreness. Follow that work day with a baseball game and the misery only increases.
It was another day of sickness after that.
The whole thing felt like a mini-flu crossed with a cold. All the while I had to wait till Tuesday--or tomorrow--to finally get a day off.
I wanted to lay around the house and sob and scream.
But the sickness and the duty that is a job prevented any of that.
I still have the TB-inspired cough right now, but I'm 1000x better than I was two days ago.
So, a few good things out of the bug I had:
- It made me less talkative simply because talking wasn't all that doable.
- It perhaps deadened some more unpredictable emotions.
- It helped put a lot in perspective
- It gave me a distraction from my misery by adding more misery.
Still, it's oddly the dullness and lack of--well, so much--that is catching me off guard.
I was always afraid she'd break it off. I frequently wondered, is this the week?
Well, the wondering is done and the creature to which I pored so much thought into has pushed me away. There's something of a void there now. It's not so much that I feel myself getting over her as it is I feel myself getting over everyone.