For example, my idea of a sick day is to (between hacking away and feeling like death) do laundry and organize my papers and cut out a pattern. I know I should be lying down, watching Netflix, but I can't budge the thought that I'm wasting time.
It's incredibly strange, therefore, to be lying here doing utterly nothing (except the occasional time-sensitive work item and reading blogs and talking on the phone, which in my world is nothing).
Here are the things I feel I should be doing today:
- Putting away the overflowing basket of clean laundry. It is taunting me with its messiness.
- Making cookies. I'm really wanting cookies.
- Doing some yoga - even if it's mega-restorative/therapeutic for the foot yoga only, it's necessary action.
- Cleaning up M's room, which is like Satan's rumpus pad of hoarded tchotchkes and crap.
- Tracing the pants pattern for V1166.
- Cutting out the fabric for V1166 and another one of V8634.
- Making some more Xmas present circle scarves. I've got 3 of these lined up.
- Lying in bed blogging and reading blogs. (Why is it US Thanksgiving? - all my bloggers are eating instead of blogging!)
- Wishing Scott would finish his teleconference upstairs so he could help me get to the washroom. No dignity peeps.
- Wondering what I'm going to eat next.
- Considering how I haven't had a shower since Wed. and it's disgusting. I suppose I could take a bath but I loathe baths. I feel taking a bath is like soaking in your own dirt. Which is better than being dry and grimy, how exactly? Fact is, I have no interest in figuring out how I will get into and out of the bathtub.
Update: I took a modified shower which involved a make-shift step stool (an old toys bucket of M's) and Scott holding the shower head. Talk about undignified. Oy. On the plus side, I'm clean. But the shower is a veritable death trap when you've got an injury - it's all hard, pointy, wet surfaces. On the way out I fell over onto the ankle - exceeding briefly - but it was SO painful. Icing it again and lying on the couch. You know, I woke up (after 13 hours) at 11 am this morning. It's 2:15 and I can barely keep my eyes open. Oh, and I'm totally beyond hungry. And not just for fun food. I can't see how inactivity and consumption are a good combo. The only thing I can come up with is that I must be expending more energy hopping (and crawling) around than I think I am.