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This has been the whole damn year of my discontent, the year I decided my work must have the sick building syndrome, because where I sit particularly, all of us are usually sick. From like 4/10 to something weird like 6/1, I had what I think of as the damn walking pneumonia crisis--both lungs dragging up horrors, fatigue, and the feverish, bone-aching whim-whams (I have arthritis, and if I have a fever at all, body aches beset me like a tsumani.)
But this "sick revisited" is a new case, as my sudden post-prolific nature reveals (I entertain myself by being online)--I can't bloody sleep! I spend all my time online, not barely sleepy enough to rest my weary me-ness. But all my body hurts, and sweats and in air conditioning shudders, my coughs prolific and my fearsome nose-blows--they pale beneath my wakesome frame, unable to lay my weary body down.
I wax ren-fair, even. 'Tis horrid, and I must needs sleep.
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