Ahh, Influenza. One of the most common diseases out there. An ever-changing, microscopic virus that constantly plagues us, sometimes in large doses and communities, sometimes in individuals.
It’s fascinating when you think about it, a virus is nothing more than a vessel for a strand of DNA to be inserted into a cell, and for that same strand to fulfill two purposes: 1) Replication, and 2) Inflict whatever symptoms it contains into the host. That’s all it does, it doesn’t feast, it requires no form of energy, it’s arguable that it’s even alive, and yet, here I sit, a carrier of such a virus, that’s apparently potent enough to force me to stay in bed for a week.
My mind gets foggy and my energy is halved, the most miniscule of tasks require more energy to be completed. I can’t even scroll through facebook for too long without having to close my eyes for a moment, because it’s starting to make me dizzy.
What a fascinating, yet aggravating condition, I am in. If I sit perfectly still, watching Netflix, for hours on end, I’m fine, and yet, I stand for a moment and my internal warning signs go off, “Low Energy”, “Can’t Concentrate”, “Need to Sit”.
On the plus side, I’ve finished reading 1984, and Leaf by Niggle. So I’m getting some reading done, despite being bedridden. But my thoughts are often wondering how long am I to be inflicted with this? I suppose my desires to have things needed to be done are invalid when it comes to this, mainly because, I’m not doing myself any favors. If I push myself, I further my illness. If I stay still, I feel like I’m a burden and useless.
Bah. I know the logical solution is to stay still until I’m rid of this virus, but every other part of me wants to be productive, wants to move. Sigh… I guess I have to stay put, despite my personal feelings… Maybe I can get more reading done…