Recovery

My illness is waning. I’d say I’m at about 75%. Sometimes I hover around the 80%-85% mark and then I sneeze or sniffle and it shoots me right back down.

I’m doing everything I can to fight it. I have too much coming up to be sitting around sick. I spent the weekend either on the couch or in bed. I did not step outside once. I watched half of season 2 of The X-Files, all of season 9 of Seinfeld, The Lost Boys, Stand By Me, and Grumpy Old Men. I haven’t watched that much TV in years. I didn’t enjoy it. The programming was fine, I just couldn’t stand laying down and doing nothing all weekend. I like to go out. I like to be active and enjoying life. I was really looking forward to Saturday night sushi and music at the 331 Club, as I had originally planned, but I was stuck at home. If I didn’t have my show on Thursday to get myself well for, I probably would have dragged myself out. But I couldn’t risk making myself worse.

I ate soup and ice cream. I drank orange juice and tea. I took zicam after zicam. I am still taking zicam and drinking tea. I’m getting there.

I really just hate being sick.