I have been sick for, like, the entire month of November. It blows; pun intended.
I cannot believe how both amazing and disgusting the human body truly is.
The only thing I really like about being sick is that I usually get a sore throat and then I have raspy voice, which I love. My normal voice has zero rasp. Some raspy voice would be fun, particularly when doing regular things like ordering coffee or telling the terrible students that they can use the stapler. Having a great sultry voice at that time is pointless and absurd and so therefore would be super fun. Alas, I have no rasp except for illness times. Which is kind of a waste, since I am in isolation due to the abundance of germs, so no one really gets to appreciate my raspy voice.
Also my back hurts from coughing. A cough due to cold is exhausting. I am surprised that my body remains ill after all this time. I am usually not so sick for so long. It is not preferred.
What has been enjoyed, though, is free movie times on the cable. Boy, Hollywood, have you been busy. So much to see and so much that I have missed. Sometimes, when I watch a really great movie, I think, I would enjoy writing a movie script. Making up dialogues that are witty and wise would be fun. My problem with such a task is that I am no good at describing surroundings and appearances. I would be the worst eyewitness, ever.
Today when I went to purchase additional tissue because of the afromentioned illness, I realized how little I look at people. I don't look at myself all that much, either, but, I do need to be more present, as the self-aware would say. I think that would help me in times of distress. All I have in the moment is the moment. Which at this moment is a cold. Time for tea and more movies.
I know this post is lame, but it's been like six weeks. A sister is rusty...not raspy.
