a flu haiku:


YOU MAKE MY NOSE RUN,
EVERY MOVEMENT HURTS ME
OH FLU, I HATE YOU



Day 4 of the flu. It's not getting any better. Just getting up to get ginger ale is an event. Half way up the stairs and I break out into a cold sweat. I'm out of breath after a shower (a shower that I have to sit down in half way through).
But besides that aches and pains, the dribbly nose, the sore lungs and the constant sneezing/coughing- it's the boredom. Increadible boredom. Daytime TV has got to be the dullest thing ever. I sit in bed because I haven't the energy to do anything else. My bed has become either uncomfortably hot or cold. The couch hurts my back. I can't talk on the phone cause my voice hurts- or my throat hurts rather... Food isn't an option. I think the only way I'd be comfortable is if I was floating in water, but not on the surface, not on the bottom, in between. But then there's that breathing thing.....
The flu dreams are crazy too. I wake up and I'm sure the dreams I've had are true. One was that I went downhill skiing, the path was really familiar and when I woke up and really thought about it. It was the same path as from a previous dream.
It's weird, lately I've been having an unusual amount of 'deja vue's' and lots of dreams that the scenery is the same, but the dream isnt....Have I run out of imagination? Has my brain reached full capacity at 26? Can't I think of something else to dream of??? What if I'm stuck with this amount of imagination and creativity?
bummer.