Over the past 2 days while I have been home ill I have been alone with my thoughts. Not motivated to do anything but sleep. I didn't even turn the television on. It was quiet. Dead quiet except for the ticking of our clock in the family room. I haven't moved from the couch in 2 days and I am to the point of boredom.
I want to sew. I want to do something. I feel like a bum.
When your sick do you ever have a pity party for yourself? Okay. I feel validated now. Whew. I thought I was the only one. Carry on.