Posts Tagged ‘sick


Beware the Binge

Netflix is a wonderful but terrible beast. So many shows and movies, all available with just a click of a button.

But it’s a trap. That little bar that pops up at the bottom when one episode or movie is over, scrolling past almost too fast to notice it, that serves up your next bit of entertainment? That’s the death of productivity, right there.

It’s hard to tear yourself away, especially when the system is purpose-built to keep you there.

On the bright side, it also means I don’t have to push anything when I’m sick and just want background noise while I doze and wait for the fever to go away. On the down side, I stay invested and don’t get anything else done.

Probably won’t be a writing prompt today – not because I’m binging Netflix, but because the fever it keeping coherent thought from taking root and being put to use – but hopefully tomorrow.

Until then, it’s Supernatural reruns for me, and bedrest.

Stay safe, everyone… but beware the binge.


Ill, Again

God bless my wonderful constitution…

…is what I’d love to say.

Unfortunately, I don’t have a wonderful constitution, and the cavalcade of meds they’ve got me on don’t help any; immunosuppressants for the win, am I right? So yet again I am sick, though worse than last time. Nausea, fever, coughing fits, the whole nine. Hooray.

So I have to ask for patience from my adoring public. Going to try to do a writing prompt a little later, but don’t know if it’s going to happen. I know every time I’ve warned that I’ve pulled through… but I’d rather warn and then manage than stay silent.

Stay well, everyone out there.


Got Sick

Woke up this morning with all the signs of impending illness: weird taste in the back of the throat, slight fever, headache, runny nose, asthma tuned to 11.

I don’t think I’m going to manage a writing prompt today. I’m not too upset about it, since I’m technically “ahead” from all the days I did two or three, but still feel a bit down.

Hopefully this passes quicker than I’m expecting, so I can get back to work. Stay safe, everyone.



I don’t have much to say this morning, other than to report that the mighty demon of strep throat has apparently noticed my spiritually weak and incredibly compromised immune system and descended upon it once more. But I’m still writing something today.

Why, if there’s nothing useful to say, am I doing that, you ask? Because I must. Having a ritual is helpful. Having something that you acknowledge you must do every day, and forcing yourself to do it, even if you’re not feeling up to it, is important.

“Write every day,” the sages say, and I’m trying. I don’t want to; I’d much rather stay in bed, drug the hell out of myself, set Idle Champions up and doze all day while half-listening to Jeff Holiday Wingnut Roundups. I will probably do just that after I log off the computer. But this came first. I promised. “Every day in August,” I said. I’m not falling off the wagon when it’s 2/3rds of the way along the trail. Dysentery isn’t going to bump me off when Oregon is in sight. I refuse.

That’s the ritual. Shove myself out of bed. Take my pills. Pour the coffee. Reload the vape tank. Plug all my devices in. Turn on the computer. Force myself to check my Instagram and Twitter notifications and respond as necessary. Open up WordPress and put something on there. Anything. Because it must be done.

Now, it has been done. Back to bed with me, I think.

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