7 Days of Flu

(Gonna bang this out, kinda got on the verge of doing dishes and fell down a YouTube rabbit hole. Almost scrapped doing a blog post today but been doing that for the past three days. Already cutting other things at a loss that I kinda shouldn't be. That`s get something going.)


On the first day of flu, my influenza gave to me what I thought was a cold


On the second day of flu my influenza gave to me lots of rest...to much rest…, and what I thought was a cold


On the third day of flu, my influenza gave to me a smokers cough, lots of rest...to much rest..., and what I thought was a cold.


On the fourth day of flu, my influenza gave to me a lost day, a smokers cough, lots of rest to much rest, and what I thought was a cold.


On the fifth day of flu my influenza gave to me my first day out in a week and even more fatigue, a lost day, a smokers cough, lots of rest...to much rest, and what I thought was a cold.


On the sixth day of flu, my influenza gave to me (hopefully) something that`ll content me so I can stop my bitching, my first day out in a week and even more fatigue, a lost day, a smokers cough, lots of rest...to much rest, and what I thought was a cold.


On the seventh day of flu my influenza game to me…..no please let it stop...please …..noooo


Dear god no


Please let it break up


I`ll sacrifice a ram or something.
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OK, this is out of the song bit. I know I've been whining about this all week but I hate being sick. I`m tired and achy enough as it is and I don't need a double dose. Bogs me down, even more, may make a mental health post tomorrow. Other things to add there, but that's for tomorrow. Try to take a step and they knock you ten paces back type stuff.

Few posts to make tomorrow, need to get back into the writing bit of the forum more. It`ll come, today's the first day in a week I've done anything with this cold. Even if it was get up, shovel snow, give a presentation, come home, nap, watch “Titus” and have an existential crisis. If I get this post up, set up a tracking log on a fitness forum I joined, and go out to do at least a few dishes that`ll be good enough for now. Probably make it to bed around the one sixteen mark I had been aiming for before.


Had this whole week planned out, then God laughed and that all went astray. Keep putting off things till the next week then the next week you're sick as a dog. There's A lesson in that, there's also the point to be made of how hard it is to dig yourself out of many holes at once. We`ll touch on all that later. For now, at least the flu has made me realize that while I'm working on pulling myself up, being less of a bum, and setting new routines without a strong foundation to that one little illness and it kinda topples. Like that Sunday school song about the house on the sand.


I know building that foundation has kinda been a talking point of these my “bum” years but let's hope something sticks this time..


Bang your head against a wall long enough…


Let enough crash and burn this week lord knows.