I shouldn't be here anymore. I should be well and at work. I should be churning out financial analysis and reports, making graphs and presentations, ensuring bills are paid and correct charge codes were used. But I am still unwell. I am home. Lying on the couch, contemplating how lousy I feel.
It's amazing how not awesome your house becomes when you're at home sick. When you're home on the weekend, there seems to be an endless amount of chores to do, places to go, fun to be had. But when you're home sick, the day stretches out endlessly, TV becomes unappealing, and you just plain become sick of it.
I have been home sick for about six weeks now. Things wouldn't be so bad, except... I feel like I'm going to vomit (sorry for the gross factor) every time I stand up, my body is numb, I'm so exhausted, and I can't even think which means I can barely string two sentences together. Imagine I went to work for five months like this? WHAT was I thinking?
I don't know what to do with my time. There's only so much that can be accomplished lying on your back. Get your head out of the gutter! :) I read historical romances on my iPhone and I'm all caught up on Grey's Anatomy! But I can't shake the fear of something being seriously wrong with me. Medicine doesn't seem to help. I've been to the Emergency Room twice and seen four different doctors, including one specialist. I rest all the time! Distraction is the only 'cure' and I use that word loosely.
My book Dream Hunter has once again saved me, given me purpose. I have trouble writing right now so I've focused all my energy into marketing and promotion. I have a daily marketing plan and both short term and long term goals. I firmly believe when life hands you lemons, you make lemonade. This is my lemonade.