I'm not very good at being sick. In Time Magazine's 100 Worst Patients, look for me up in the top ten. Between my job, my photography, my family and being a full time fiance, there is no time for sick days. There's always something needing to be done. More particularly, there's always something I think I should be doing. So the idea of laying around in bed with a box of tissues and a line up of chick flick movies on the dvr, just doesn't appeal to me.
Yet where did I find myself yesterday? You guessed it, in bed.
The ironic part is that there are plenty of days, when amidst running around the office, I think to myself wow, I would love to spend a day in bed away from everything. So yesterday I had my chance. When Jason got up to go to work, I stayed up. I should have slept in, but I couldn't. I spent approximately 4 hours in bed before I was completely and utterly bored. Let me tell you, my bedroom is not all that fascinating. Staring at the light blue walls, with HGTV flickering in the background, all I could think about was how I would like to repaint them, or decorate them, or simply rearrange furniture. Eight hours of this was torture. When Jason got home, I went into detail of every episode of House Hunters I had watched. I was just dying to talk to another human being. One day was all I could stand of this.
So today, I went to work (with my box of tissues), sniffled for eight hours, came home and made pie. Because there really is nothing better than the smell of pumpkin pie to make you feel better and more productive than the day before.
Labels: Food, Personal
