charismagic

If you’re unwell and not in work and have a good internet connection, chances are you’ll end up spending twelve hours online like it was a blink. Which is how I came across tumblr and decided that I too was important enough to blast my opinions and likes and dislikes in everyone’s faces.

I do not like being sick. But since I seem to have the immune system of a 1920’s chimney sweep, being sick is something my body is good at. This is also the first time I’ve been sick since I moved out of my parent’s house, so there is no safety net of them looking after me. I have to do everything myself. By which I mean I just text my friends “I’m siiiiiiiiiiiiick. :(” and they come over with chocolate and medicine. Mostly chocolate.

Earlier today, with the apartment empty and my self-pity at an all time high, I decided to take a shower. I got to the bathroom, and the thoughts of standing was too painful, so I decided to take a bath. I filled it, and without really thinking, put in some bath bubbles stuff. Then I got in, and was freaked out by the silence so I put on some music. So there I was, almost an hour later, when a friend rang and asked what I was doing. I told her and she bust a gut laughing at me. My response: “But I’m siiiiiiiiiiiiick. :(” She couldn’t see the unhappy smiley face, but she heard it in my voice, and she immediately stopped laughing and came over with an Easter Egg. :)

So here I am, confined to me room, temperature through the roof so clothes are not an option, trying to kill the hypochondriac part of my brain thats whispering to me “This is the last time people will ever hear from you”. But if it is, then let me say, I’ve grown quite fond of some of you. Especially those of you who gave a dying man some chocolate.

- R.