Sick

I hate being sick. I hate the helplessness with being unable to do anything with your body as it tries to heal. And I hate the restlessness and discomfort you have to endure.

After over 70 working hours last week from Sunday to Sunday, plus a longer week than I had anticipated this week (I thought I'd be done by Wednesday but my co workers asked if I could come in and pitch in), not to mention gong to Oyster Bay for my friend's birthday plus a long-standing dinner with my lawyer friend, and it was clearly too much for my body. Or I suspect it was one of the people coughing up a storm in teh train for Oyster Bay, who knows. Anyhow here I am, bedridden...