I'm still sick. It's just a minor cold, the kind that shouldn't even affect my life at all. Yet I just feel drained. Last night I lay on the sofa and watched 3 DVDs. No energy for anything else.
Being sick makes me melancholy. All evening I kept wishing there was someone who would go make me tea or cuddle with me on the sofa to help me warm up. Aidan is some small help in the latter, but her tiny cat body doesn't do more than make one small warm spot in a sea of cold. And she's remarkably inept when it comes to making tea. (Must be the lack of opposable thumbs.)
It's when I'm sick that I feel most lonely; my weakness reminds me of my need for others.
Posted by rachel at December 4, 2005 12:15 PM
Carrying heavy things is one of the things that makes me feel lonely, seriously. Like when I do a big grocery shop and then stare at all the heavy bags in my car. I sigh, and bring them in all by myself, two by two (noah'a ark reference unintended!).
Posted by: Colleen at December 5, 2005 09:41 AM
"a warm spot in a sea of cold" - an image both comforting and sad. Ruby just yells at me at 3 am, which is an irritating spot in a sea of cold.
I'm sorry you're sick and hope you feel better soon. Also sorry I rushed off the phone- James was standing in the snow waiting for me to give him the phone back.
Posted by: jenell at December 4, 2005 05:55 PM