I have been trying to write this post for the past few hours and nothing is coming up right.
Writing is the most affected by my sickness when I do get hit with it, which sucks, but at least my big tell for being sick is that I get huge apathy for any kind of productivity, which is convenient. I like convenient, but I hate feeling like this. It took me most of the day to get in the shower yesterday and finally get dressed in, you know, clothes that aren’t pajamas. My normal routine gets knocked off its feet for something that favors rest, and I can’t manage to get a word in edgewise that actually sounds decent.
Sometimes, at least, I’ll manage enough that sounds like it could pass and I move on to the next thing, but everything I have to do in a single day takes double the effort when I’m under the weather.
That’s what this post was going to be about, more general than about my personal experience, because I feel like you get more out of it if it’s left a little more ambiguous. Everyone has their own quirks when they get sick, their tells. Mine is apathy. Someone else’s could be simpler, sluggishness, that’s associated with the disease’s symptoms.
Just because I can’t manage the effort of writing something eloquent when I’m sick doesn’t mean that it couldn’t be the opposite for someone else, too! In which case, I’m envious.
Sick days are lumped in there with days where your head can’t settle down, when you can’t get creativity jump started, or when things are frustrating, you’re stuck, writer’s block won’t let go… The list is seemingly endless, and I keep finding more days to stick in there. Thankfully, though, they happen rarely enough, but when they do, it’s a nuisance and a half.
Or several nuisances. I can never keep up with the conversion rates.
With a bottle of nyquil in one hand and luden’s cough drops in the other, I can only hope that this passes swiftly, and I can finally get back into a good writing curve. Stay careful this season!
-The Novice Wordsmith