I’m sick—yay!

I feel sick, and I couldn’t be happier about it.

My ears are all stuffed up, I’m sniffly, I have a headache, a slight fever, and I’m dizzy. Also, a blood vessel burst in my right eye and I can’t stop coughing. Isn’t it great?

My eyes are no longer crusted over with pink eye infection. My temples don’t threaten to explode with each staccato cough. Changing positions doesn’t exhaust me. I’ve stopped watching movies on Lifetime. My brain appears to be firing on at least two of its four cylinders. I can envision a time in which I will no longer be sick. I took a shower. I’m dressed, in the sense that I’m wearing pajamas. I’m sitting up straight. I’m hungry.

I’m regular ol’ sick, like regular people get. What a breath of fresh air!

Now I’ll handle my week-and-a-half backlog of e-mail, return phone calls and explain my absence from everything I’ve missed recently, and catch up on blog entries on my various blogs. No more blogging about my bodily (dis)functions.

The world just seems like a sunnier place now that I’m sick.