Day Five of being sick. I’m tired. So tired. And, to be honest, bored. I hate myself when I’m sick. I’m whiny and grumpy and get exhausted within seconds of doing anything. By anything, I mean sitting up, going to the bathroom, or going grocery shopping. All things I did today, by the way. I also played more Dark Souls because why not? Doing a melee run that is off the chain. Running through it like a pro! Ironically, the most times I died in one area was not because of a boss but because of fucking platforming.
I am still sick. I am worse than I was yesterday. I’m tired, cranky, lethargic, and weak. I managed to get to Cub today and buy ginger, honey, a lemon, and a box of crackers. I got home, and it felt as if I’d taken a trip to Africa and back. I made some ginger lemon honey tea*. I played some Dark Souls, then I snuggled down on my couch with my laptop, my cats, tea, crackers, and my grumpy self.
I have been avoiding social media for the most part, and I’m ready for me not to be sick any longer. Fuck this shit. Have a cat video. Maru is the best (and his sister, Hana).
*A remedy from my youth. My mom made it for me when I got sick as a child.