So, you know when someone in your house is sick and then they get better just as someone else gets it and around and around it goes? And you think to yourself, and probably say to everyone around, “I wish they’d just all be sick at the same time so we can get it over with.” Well, I’m here to tell you that being sick sucks to the power of the number of total people sick. Example: we’ve got 5 sick people in our house right now. That means it sucks5. If only one person were sick it would just suck¹. That means that with each additional person you add, the sucking multiplies exponentially. As you may have presumed, it is a scientific fact.
For the first time, ever, our entire family has the same illness at the exact same time. I would give just about anything to trade the “all in” scenario for a “one at a time” option. I really thought I was going to beat it; I was the last holdout. But this morning I woke up and called it official. Now there’s no one running at full capacity to care for the wounded. Everyone is having trouble sleeping, everyone is coughing horrifically, everyone is a zombie, and we look even worse than we feel.
I really don’t have a point here. I’m just wasting space so I can say that I haven’t given up on my goal of writing every day. Though if pressed in the court of law, I would not, under oath, count this as real writing. It’s “I’m sick and I’m exhausted and I have a lot of meds in me and need to pee again because I’m drinking too much Echinacea tea” writing. Which I think, according to the dictionary definition, means it’s rambling.
I don’t want to be sick. I want to be healthy. I want my brain to function so I can get back to real writing. And I want my family to be healthy too, so I can stop taking years off my life worrying over them. The whole thing, you guessed it, sucks5!!
