Well.It’s been a long four weeks. That’s how long I’ve been sitting at home doing nothing, since my doctor diagnosed me with glandular fever and told me to take time off work.
There have been some minor glitches – you know, not having sick pay, having to move house, pay every conceivable bill within that four weeks without borrowing from my parents (I sold my liver instead). But it hasn’t been all bad. I’ve been installed on a black leather couch for the past two weeks, firmly ensconced in front of the TV and feeding myself up like a prized pig. No carbohydrates after 9pm? Please. That’s the ONLY time I eat my carbs, and let me tell you – I eat plenty of ‘em. Mmm, spaghetti, garlic bread and homemade chips in the dead of the night with a fresh coffee chaser. Bring it on.
My flatmate has also been away in Brazil for the last couple of weeks, so I truly am on my lonesome. Oh, but don’t worry. I have Facebook and a DVD player. I’ve also had a rocketing temperature, which has lead to some pretty wacky dreams, let me tell you. So you see boredom is not an issue either. Quite the opposite in fact. I think I’m having a little too much fun existing in this base, directionless state.
This has been a really great opportunity to reconnect with some of my –well – not real friends. I’m talking about the kids from High school Musical (I love the way they end up banding together no matter what!), the lovable Mighty Boosh lads, the f***ing annoying Walker Clan from Brothers and Sisters, a star-spangled British cast from The Forsythe Saga, Beatrix Kiddo from Kill Bill, Sheldon and his band of Geeks in Big Bang Theory, and the girl on every literature lover’s hit list – Bryony from Atonement. Ridiculous little brat. You didn’t atone for shit.
That’s not even half of it. I guess the point I’m trying to make is: when you’re sick, and have a great deal of time on your hands, the rules change and life is not viewed through its regular lens. For example, pressing tasks such as deferring your uni course, lodging Centrelink application forms and supplying paperwork for your doctor to fill out takes a back seat to blogging, napping, eating, cooking, and staring vacantly at the wall. My pair of eleven-year old board shorts recently sustained a series of tears on the seat, yet I continue to wear them daily, without concern that guests might drop by and register abhorrence at being exposed so unwittingly to my underwear.
It’s almost as if, my some magical turn of osmosis, the world says it’s ok to let things slide, because you’re sick. You expect complete strangers to give you the same latitude you’d get from your mum. Your outlook becomes skewered and narrow, concerned only with events pertaining to your minute sphere of existence. I forgot I owned a car. And you start to look forward to small, simple things. To demonstrate: my week is based around watching the Brittney episode of Glee at my best friends on Wednesday night, and supplying some “B” food. It’s actually going to be more of a party. THRILL! The dozens of small, urgent, day-to-day tasks I am required to complete to perpetuate my legal existence continue to take a back seat.
Today has been a good day so far. I got up at 7am, ate two freddos, watched Karl and Lisa for half an hour, then went back to sleep. I rose again at 1pm, ate two freddos, watched High school Musical 2, made coffee and ate mixed berry yoghurt. Ascertained my passport number from my mother, so the day is in the early stages of productivity. It’s just grown dark at 2:30pm and started to rain. Excellent, good DVD weather (LOL!). The only thing I’m lacking is a cat, which would be heavenly to cuddle up to at this point.
The conclusion of this post? There is none. I’m low on coffee and wanna watch some Mighty Boosh. Sequential plots and conclusive summaries are overrated.
Check ya later!