I don’t do being ill. This week I have no choice. Let it be stated that I am not happy about it. As you may have gathered from my blog to date I’m a get up and go person. If something brings me down I just fight it out and move on. Unfortunately physical illness doesn’t work like that. When you’re down you end up having to accept it, for a while at least.

I accepted it on Saturday. Fought it Sunday and Monday. And am now ten times worse. Lesson learnt (until the next time).

I should be thankful it’s not a migraine. Migraines have one positive trait. They are almost guaranteed to be over in 48 hours. However the nasty part is that a migraine includes a period of at least 24 hours without light or sound. 24 hours where I can do nothing but sleep, or lie in bed, in the dark, bored. Yes even with an excruciating migraine my brain still has the faculty to work out that I cannot do anything and therefore I am bored. I have a theory that I only developed migraines because my body doesn’t know another way to shut me up for a while and rest!!!

The inability to accept illness is probably hereditary. My mother is also rubbish at being ill. She was very rarely off work. Growing up with a mum who was always fit as a fiddle combined with Catholic guilt (part of the all-inclusive package even when lapsed!) means frequent intervals of bad feeling about being off work. The result is a personal interrogation as to whether I really am ill enough to stay at home all day.

Yes I’ve spotted my impossible logic. I avert boredom by questioning whether I am ill enough to be off work, when I know that I would rather be in work than be at home ill and bored.

In making the decision that I am ill enough to be at home I think that perhaps I could write some of my book, or clean the bathroom. But of course whatever this horrible virus thing is has rendered my imagination and energy inaccessible. So the most I can do is stick a film on and spend an hour or two on the internet. And even then after a while my eyes droop and I’m back to resting and boredom.

But I have achieved something. I have written this blog. It may not be Shakespeare (though I don’t believe William had a blog) but it is a reminder to a future me. One that is spritely and full of energy. It is a blog to tell me to avoid sick people and take vitamins. Being ill is rubbish. Don’t do it!

p.s. I almost didn’t post it as I’m not sure whether it’s just insane babble. If it made sense then you might just be coming down with something too.