I woke up this morning with a blistering headache. Actually, scratch that. I woke up multiple times this morning with a blistering headache. I went to bed around 10 PM last night, and I woke up about 90 minutes later. My nose was running, my face felt congested, and I just wanted to stop feeling anything. I next woke up at around 3 AM, and I couldn’t go to sleep, so I watched an episode of the Good Wife. It helped. I went to bed and woke up again a bit after 8 AM. I then got up and did my morning routine. After breakfast, I went back to bed and tried to watch some TV to distract me from my headache. It was until 6 PM when I decided I couldn’t handle the pain anymore, and I went to the grocery store and bought some aspirin. This was the first time I’ve taken aspirin in years, so when I realized my headache went away and I just felt better, I blamed my years-long abstinence.
Now that I knew I really did catch a cold today, I had to make peace with the fact that my 47 month long streak of not getting sick had ended. I almost made it to a full four years, but that’s okay. I had to get sick sometime. This is not unbreakable. But now that that streak has been broken, I began to think about breaking other streaks. I thought about breaking my daily blog writing streak, and my reading voraciously streak, and my days spent without talking to her, and many other ones, but I decided to keep them going. The world doesn’t end when I get sick. It’s kind of sad that I have to write that because I’m only sick. I’m not dying. Yes, it’s been a while since I’ve been sick, and I forgot how horrible it feels, but it’s just a part of life. It shouldn’t destroy anyone’s days. Just take it slow, rest, and keep doing what you gotta keep doing. So I spent all day in bed today, taking naps, watching TV, and feeling sorry for myself until I bought some aspirin.
My cousin gave birth to a beautiful baby girl today after over 40 hours. She’s beautiful, and I can’t wait to meet her. I wish she decided to come when I was down there in California, but she didn’t, and that’s okay. I’ll be down there again before I know it, and I’ll meet my first cousin, once removed. Yeah, I got sick this weekend, but my cousin gave fucking birth. I really have no right to bitch about feeling disgusting when there’s someone out there bringing life into this world. All I gotta do is suck it up and keep things in perspective.
I have to go to work tomorrow, and I don’t want to feel this way, especially when my car’s still screwed up and there’s this cold ass winter still hitting us and I have to wake up early to get my morning routine done on time. I live alone; I have a right to bitch on my blog. Wah wah wah.