Day 840: Off Day
Or day off. Sick day or day sick. Head ache or ache head. Either and/or both.
Middle of night. Congestion. Pain. Forehead, mostly. Filling it, flat across. All day not quite right, but not sure why. Sangria hangover? No, not that much. Something wrong with breakfast? No, stomach not sick.
Head. But mind or brain? Either and/or both.
Sleep. Some. Restless. Not enough. Move from sofa to bed. Bed to sofa. Noise on then off then on again. Restless.
Leg cramp. Water water water water. Dehydrated? Maybe. Head cramp. Water makes stomach feel queasy. Exacerbates congestion. Nose drip and drip and drip and cough. Allegies? Maybe. Leg cramp cramps more. Walk it off. Walk it out. Awake. Awake. Pace two rooms. Not enough room to pace. Lights on. Lights off. Better to pace in the dark. In the television lit semi-dark. Water water. Massage it out. Stretch it out. Did stretching do this? Or bike? Maybe maybe. Who knows. Walk it out. Walk.
Back to bed. No sleep. More drip. Endless. Head ache aching. Not usual. Not like this. Get up. Again. Sit on sofa. Wide awake. Wide eyed. Wide dark. Wide listening. Sudden scent. Skunk in the dark. Good lord. More to other room, room with closed window. Turn on fan.
Turn on radio. Listen to news of another land delivered with English accents. Another time. Another perspective. The world exploding.
I can’t imagine what that’s like.
How fortunate to not have to live it. Just leg cramps and head cramps. Small, insignificant personal inconveniences.
Alarm goes off. 6am. Big sigh. Sun beginning to rise. When inconvenienced vampires go to sleep.
