I’m sick! Annoyingly sick actually! I’m the kind of sick that makes you want to clean all of your sheets every day because you can just feel the sickness on them. I’m the kind of sick that makes all of my colleagues cringe back in horror every time I cough. It’s the kind of sick that has left my night table of veritable medicine cabinet of tablet form relief. Worst of all, I can hardly even taste the wonderful mint chocolate Girl Guide cookies sitting on my desk in front of me. Now that’s cruelty!
Do you believe that sickness is caused by stress? I’ve heard that been said many times before and ever since, I’ve tried to keep tabs on the correlation between when I get sick versus what happens to be going on in my life at that moment. I don’t often get sick at all actually but if I do, it’s almost always at Christmas time, when all of us are hunkered down around a puzzle in the Smyth house and all of us have touched the same puzzle piece twelve times (if not more). I think that is most certainly, without a doubt, a product of stress. The frenzy of Christmas parties of other related events all month usually leaves me feeling rather depleted and I can usually feel the sickness coming on for a few days before it hits me full force.
The sickness that I have now though is the worst kind of all. It’s the kind that wasn’t present when you went to bed that night but instead, left its attack for the wee hours of the night when you least expect it. The bugger ambushed me! This kind of sickness can’t be warded off with a simple day in bed…you need to call in the big guns for this one. And just like its remedies, this sickness can’t be blamed on one too many parties either; oh no, there is a much bigger force at work here and it’s called madness! Pure, simple, unadulterated madness! It’s the madness in me that thought I could rationalize with the irrational and compromise with the uncompromising. It’s the madness in me that has caused me to get this ill with no hope of getting better (at least not soon enough for me to enjoy my evening). And now it’s the madness in me that’s saying “Buck up Gen…you’re not sick…you’re just sick of all this nonsense!”
Hmmm…I wonder; could my madness have a point? Is it possible that my maddening desire to make it all work out is also what made my body call it quits since quite clearly, my mind was doing all of the work anyways? Wouldn’t that mean that I’m actually sick in the head?!?! Or is just the cough medicine talking?!?!
I don’t know. All I know is that I need an exorcism of sorts to rid myself of the madness and in turn, hopefully everything else that is clogging up my sanity.
Someone, please pass the Kleenex…
Do you believe that sickness is caused by stress? I’ve heard that been said many times before and ever since, I’ve tried to keep tabs on the correlation between when I get sick versus what happens to be going on in my life at that moment. I don’t often get sick at all actually but if I do, it’s almost always at Christmas time, when all of us are hunkered down around a puzzle in the Smyth house and all of us have touched the same puzzle piece twelve times (if not more). I think that is most certainly, without a doubt, a product of stress. The frenzy of Christmas parties of other related events all month usually leaves me feeling rather depleted and I can usually feel the sickness coming on for a few days before it hits me full force.
The sickness that I have now though is the worst kind of all. It’s the kind that wasn’t present when you went to bed that night but instead, left its attack for the wee hours of the night when you least expect it. The bugger ambushed me! This kind of sickness can’t be warded off with a simple day in bed…you need to call in the big guns for this one. And just like its remedies, this sickness can’t be blamed on one too many parties either; oh no, there is a much bigger force at work here and it’s called madness! Pure, simple, unadulterated madness! It’s the madness in me that thought I could rationalize with the irrational and compromise with the uncompromising. It’s the madness in me that has caused me to get this ill with no hope of getting better (at least not soon enough for me to enjoy my evening). And now it’s the madness in me that’s saying “Buck up Gen…you’re not sick…you’re just sick of all this nonsense!”
Hmmm…I wonder; could my madness have a point? Is it possible that my maddening desire to make it all work out is also what made my body call it quits since quite clearly, my mind was doing all of the work anyways? Wouldn’t that mean that I’m actually sick in the head?!?! Or is just the cough medicine talking?!?!
I don’t know. All I know is that I need an exorcism of sorts to rid myself of the madness and in turn, hopefully everything else that is clogging up my sanity.
Someone, please pass the Kleenex…
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