Being sick is the pits. It’s especially the pits when you get sick about five or six weeks after recovering from Covid. This isn’t fun and I don’t like it. Everything is a struggle. And so on and so forth and you get the idea.

Losing a day of work for it. That sucks because less money and all that. What sucks more, however, is that I am struggling to apply for jobs because I’m so buggered. But I’ll survive. I’ll get well again. I’ll shake this off. Don’t have much of a choice, really.

This came on suddenly. I had a bit of throat congestion which started ramping up shortly before trying to get to sleep. Slept well enough. Woke up this morning; taken out. Something has marched into my body and set up home and, whilst I was still relatively mobile this morning, now I am not. I am drained. I am tired, but I am persisting.

I make this sound quite dramatic; far more dramatic than it has any need to be, but I am flawed and I am destroyed and I am all of those other things, and I’m not coping as well as I’d like. I need to get things done and being unable to do them is… not helpful to getting them done really. Typing right now is a struggle.

Of course I’m going to keep typing rather than rest, but you know.

So everything is a struggle and I’m persisting and all that crap. Got to get to the end of the day and it is nearly here, and hopefully I get there sooner rather than later. I guess I’ll get there when I’m meant to and there’s little I can do in the way of speeding it up or slowing it down. I can alter my perception of how fast the time is going, but I can’t make it go faster, so I guess I just have to wait it all out and all that other stuff. Fun times.

So being ill sucks and there’s nothing new there, and I’m getting worse and there’s nothing new there, but maybe I’m stable and in recovery right now, and if so, well, there’s nothing new there either. It all keeps on going and I keep on going and I hope that things get better and maybe they will, but maybe they won’t. I don’t know.

Maybe I’ll undergo metamorphosis and metamorphose into something better. That would be interesting. Of course I cannot make that guarantee that that’s what would happen, but maybe it is what would happen. Maybe I’m not ill at all, but rather, I’m at the start of my moving toward something far greater than I now am, and if so, then…

So I don’t know where I’m going with this now, but I think rest is near and rest is needed and once I have my rest I will have the rest of the rest, and that would be pretty neat.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:40:32

I feel this could’ve been faster if I were healthier right now. Don’t know. What I do know is that I think I was able to get what I wanted to get across across, though perhaps with too many words.

Written at home.