It is a truth universally acknowledged (in my life), that when something good, great, definitive, and/or epochal is about to happen, or is in the process of happening (in my life), I will throw off all my many layers of robust good health and become desperately ill.
On Monday, I am meant to begin a new job. This past Wednesday, I was viciously felled by what turns out to be the worst sort of stomach virus going; this, Saturday evening, is the first time I’ve been able to sit up at my desk for more than 10 minutes in a row. I don’t know what I’m going to do; I’m trying not to make things worse by worrying a great deal, which is my inclination.
Mostly I’ve been sleeping through what I can, laying in bed for extended periods of time too weak even to read, trying to take care of my husband who was also felled about 12 hours after I was, and do the bare minimum for my beasties who are being sorely neglected.
Fat Jeoffy isn’t holding it against me. I took this earlier today when he had me pinned; not that I was moving anyway.
The bunnies, however, are expressing a great deal of rage: Sophie keeps kicking everything out of the litter box and poor, old incontinent Greg is pissing more liberally than normal on the floor. I have to rest every time I clean up after them.
This has happened before, the most notable fist-shaking occurring about 5 years ago. After 8 long years slogging away at my dissertation, I was in the final stretch. I sat down one morning to write the second half of my conclusion, having written the first half the day before. The last thought I had before I fell to the floor in sudden and mysterious agony (it was a kidney stone; my supervisor advised me to read Montaigne’s essay on his own exciting times with kidney stones) was, “My goodness, this is really enjoyable! It’s been so long since I loved my thesis–” Boom.
Well, then. I think I might sometimes understand what the Calvinists are getting at (Is it the Calvinists? You know, the ones who think fun is bad. Maybe it’s the Salvation Army; I went to a SA wedding once and no dancing was allowed. That was distinctly un-fun.). I do seem to pay hard in advance for the awesome things that come my way with disturbing regularity.
Lament done, I need to go lay down again.
I hope to have a new Brain/Food up soon.