i'm getting old and i need something to rely on
I am back--so to write. I am currently waiting for my steaming hot bath water to cool down a little before I ease my aching body into it. My body seems to be recovering. It feels as if my body is a battleground for a medieval-style battle. The fighting is done and now the victors are slaying the almost dead that lay like fallen leaves on the ground.
Now the task that is left is purging the battleground of the remains. This part seems to take longer than the battle itself, so I know that for the next week, I probably will not feel that close to top form.
One of the things I hate most about being ill, is that it reminds me of how fragile our human bodies really are. How the life we have been given gets taken so much for granted and is something that can easily slip through our unconscious fingers...I know. I am so melancholy and gothic today. Sorry 'bout that. Onto more sick news...
I am debating whether to go to work tomorrow or not. I think I could maybe make it through the day, but something tells me that it would hinder my recovery. At the same time, I feel like a complete wuss even thinking about not going. And my pocketbook is hurting also...then again: what is another day of missed pay when I've already missed so many? *sighs* Oh well...I suppose I will set my alarm for tomorrow and decide then if I feel good enough to go in. One thing is for sure, however, regardless of whether I stay home or go in to work, I need to start something of a hobby. Or at least make myself a weekly task list, so that my weeks don't just fly by and I never get anything worthwhile accomplished.
Well, I think that's about it. Please leave me a comment with hobby ideas, as I am open to all! Ciao!