Day four of being sick. I’ve been bouncing from couch to chair to bed, looking for a place to be comfortable. I’ve been sleeping a lot. It’s a helpless kind of feeling.
The other day I wrote about covering the RSA security conference in 2005 with a fever and coming home broken. This was something of a repeat performance.
Some people relish the opportunity to lie around and do nothing.
I hate it.
Lying around means I’m useless. The world is humming along without me, and that pisses me off, too.
So what do I do about it?
There’s nothing I can do but lie around some more and let myself heal.
Maybe while I’m down for the count I’ll be able to figure out when things started going wrong.
I’m anxious to set things right.