By: Robert S. Donovan

(I wrote this post the other night when I was feverish, bored, and stuck in bed with a box of tissues. Enjoy!)

So, I’m sick. Really, really sick. As in the sickest I’ve been in years. Last time things were this bad, I was out of commission for a few days with bronchitis. This time around, it seems to be some sort of cold/flu/wicked sinus infection complete with fever and chills, stuffy nose, sore throat, and achy muscles that make me feel like I’m covered in magnets. (Magnets? Geeze, is this even the right word? I don’t even know anymore…Nurse?)

Anyways, this left me with a considerable amount of time to myself. I spent about 99% of it in bed, save for the few minutes when I showered, ate, and took some meds. Toast, soup, tea, water, and strawberry Jello cups – you are all my best friends.

This was a little victory in my battle for balance. Spending the day in bed is not something I normally do when I’m sick. Most times, I either try to work through it or between hacking up a lung, I sneak in little chores, errands, or to dos so that I don’t feel like I’m wasting my day. This usually makes me sicker longer and generally complicates the healing process. This time, it was different. I was knocked on my ass by illness and instead of fighting it, I did what I was supposed to do. Rest, plenty of fluids, no work, etc. I can say that even though I’m blogging right now, I haven’t moved in hours. Hooray for little victories!

While in bed, I watched Coming to America, which as you know, is a pinnacle of cinematic excellence.



After that, it was a Netflix-a-palooza, complete with some BBC programming and episodes of SNL from the 70s, 80s, 90s, and 2000s.

At some point in my plague, a bright and chipper Marywood student called asking me to donate money. I said, “No, thank you.” I’m thankful for MU, but this chick isn’t donating until those student loan payments get friendlier…or until they give me a check for using me in their advertisements (fingers crossed, ma!)

Then, oh yes then, dear friends, I got on the internet. I’ve been surfing on my phone on and off throughout the day, but for the past half hour or so, I’ve been cruising Pinterest.

Now, if you’re not familiar with Pinterest, there are a few ways of looking at it. It’s:

Somewhere around tissue 100, I succumbed to the phenomenon and temptation and pinned a shit ton of things, including lunch ideas, which is what prompted me to write this post.

I really suck at remembering to make and bring my lunch, so I’m going to make that a little goal for me to work on alongside the sleeping like a normal human thing (baby steps – I think two things to work on at a time is okay). I need to take these Pinterest ideas for lunches and get crackalackin’ in the kitchen so that I save money, eat well, and can actually enjoy a few extra minutes at lunchtime. Visions of cucumber sandwiches, cream cheese and crackers, sliced veggies, and popcorn are dancing in my head.¬†Okay, that’s it. I’ve said what I need to say. Kthxbye.

This is my brain/your brain/our brains on fever. And Pinterest.

(If this post makes it up, it’s because I read this in the morning and felt that my fever induced delirium was good enough for publication)


One Response

  1. Lol. I recently too had a bad fever. It go to the point in which I was seeing people in my room talking to me, when nobody was there. I should have blogged!

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