November 8, 2006
Cool to be sick
I knew it was coming, like many other things. There were signs, symptoms and warnings. I took precautions, (water, vitamins and different forms of advils) hoping to stop it somewhere but I knew it was coming, inevitably.
So it came, finally. So I was sick, officially.
I was in the middle of the meeting and people’s voice started to be distant and hollow. A colleague looked at me, “Helen you look pale…” I smiled at her “I think I am sick.”
Maybe I was like an idiot or a PHD (Permanent Head Damage) to say this, but it was kind of cool to be sick. I finally could sleep continuously for 10 hours even though there were some strange irrelevant dreams dropping by from time to time; I finally shut down my computer at work without feeling guilty; Being sick made my other sensations or feelings blunt; being sick even blurred my memories that were so vivid and sharp before; being sick allowed me to wear my pyjamas, my glasses with a pigtail shifting from my kitchen and my bed at home; being sick made me realize how unimportant I was to the world so “please don’t take yourself too seriously.”; Being sick seemed also helped speed up the time and I did not even need to count the sunrises and sunsets…
I was dizzy, dreamy, indifferent……and I kind of liked it.
Posted by pengbo at November 8, 2006 10:48 AM