My husband asked me if it’s possible for me to write an article when I’m sick. He said maybe it’s different.
And I was like… nooo… really?!! Noooo… really??? Noooo… oh okay, why not try it.
Your choice, my dear...if you want to spend the whole day desperate, because this will probably be a dark post… or maybe not. I don’t know. My brain isn’t happy at the moment.
So, is there a difference? Bloody hell, yes!!!
Picture this: I’m lying in bed, sweating like crazy, my eyes can’t stay open for more than a few minutes. I don’t even know if I’m dreaming or dying...maybe I’m seeing the light at the end of the tunnel, or maybe it’s just the computer screen burning my eyes. And that light makes me cry… so yeah, that option is gone.
I write a lot of articles in my head… a lot! But probably not when I’m shaking from cold and fever.
So HOW can I do it?! No chance to use the computer, no way I can hold my phone, because when I’m sick, one hand is always on my belly and the other is hugging my fluffy buddy Joda. (Oh, don’t ask.)
Then a light bulb appeared above my head (not bad for someone half dead, right?). Why not grab my phone, open a voice recording app, and just talk? Later, when I feel better, I can write it down (yes, yes… on the computer).
But there’s one problem (okay, I have a lot of problems these days).
I HATE my voice when I hear it recorded!
Do you know how I sound? No? Better not. Every time someone records a video, I’m like, “Delete it! I’m never watching that!”
But then I thought, hey, when I’m sick my voice sounds kind of sexy (yeah, yeah, only in my head). So maybe this is the one time I could actually listen to myself. One positive thing at least! 😉
And even if I hate it, nobody else will hear it. And because I always write so many articles in my head before falling asleep (and forget most of them by morning ) why not record every time a good idea hits me? Wuhuuu! Good one! Points for me! Thank you, thank you.
So let’s try it. Writing an article when you’re sick is NOT easy. I mean, it’s not like I need to run around for 12 hours, smiling and talking to people. I’d rather just lie in bed, not talk, and hate everyone who gave me this virus.
It feels like someone grabbed my hand, threw me in a dark room, and said: “I WANT TO PLAY A GAME.”
Well, you know what? I don’t want to play. I’ll just die at the start of the game, thank you very much. Let the others solve the puzzles.
Cold weather came fast, and my body, and my weak immune system, decided I deserve this.
I mean, yeah, I’m not like healthy people. I’m full of medication because of my lovely chronic diseases. But still! I was already sick a few weeks ago. Can’t I get a break?!
And of course, my biological medication I inject every 8 weeks kills my immune system again. So yeah, it’s super low.
And yes, I curse much more when I’m sick… not sure why.
Everyone writes me: “Oh, poor girl, drink lots of tea.”
Yeah, I know. Not my first time. But I ran out of fruit tea. And I HATE...and I mean really HATE herbal tea. And guess what? That’s all we have at home.
And my husband? Of course, he’s working three night shifts in a row while I’m dying.
That means he sleeps all day too! So who will bring me food, fruit tea, cuddles, and comfort? Who will massage me?!
Okay, yeah, about the massage part...when I told him, he just laughed.
He said, “Girl, you have a fever, why would I massage your feet?”
And I said, with my saddest sick voice, “Because I’ve been working hard, even for you! My body hurts… and now my heart hurts because you laughed.” 😢
Yeah, he still laughed. But when he came home in the morning, he brought me fruit tea, and yes...he even put cooling cream on my legs (for exactly two minutes). It was enough. My heart was happy again.
So yes, I survived. I’m alive. I can function again.
And yes, I wrote this article today. I listened to the recordings and wrote it down.
And oh boy… my “sexy sick voice”? Nope. Not sexy at all.
Half the time I couldn’t even understand myself.
So yes...there’s definitely a difference between writing with a fever and writing when I’m healthy and full of energy.
But hey, I tried. And I proved to my husband that even half-dead, I can still pull something out of my brain. 😉
Stay healthy!
