Sick.
Every now and then I mistakenly think that a sick day = lots of reading. Today that theory was proved wrong.
I don't have the regular flu and I'm thankful for that because I have heard stories of it lasting FOREVER. Instead, I've caught the dreaded stomach flu. This one flares, a few days of gastrointestinal distress and then boom, back to normal. However, that distress can be intense.
Today I spent the day in my bed. I would like to think I would have finished a book or at least read more than 10 pages. The pain, the trips to the bathroom, the naps. I couldn't bring myself to lift a paperback.
Maybe I'm weak, maybe some people can read a lot on days when their stomach has betrayed them. But, I just couldn't. I'm hoping that post dinner (which I will make, but not eat), I will have the strength to lift my book again. I have also debated forcing one of my kids to read to me.
Anyone else sick? Are you able to read while you're bedridden?
And also, maybe my day isn't a complete wash: I am blogging after all! Two posts in February, as promised. Who knows, I might go for three!
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