This last week has been rough. What I thought was allergies (I’m allergic to cats, tree pollen, and grass pollen. My cats are shedding, and it’s spring. I’m miserable!) developed into a chest cold, and from there, into full-blown pneumonia. I’ve had pneumonia several times before, as I seem to be prone to developing it. My chest is heavy. I can feel the fluids in my lungs, and I’m trying desperately to cough them up. However, my lungs feel pretty inflamed, making doing so a challenge. My back hurts, just in the one spot. I’ve been taking medicines and vitamins, keeping my fluids up, and doing my best to keep everything down. I’m dizzy, lightheaded, and I feel like all hell. But what can you do, right?
Because of this, I’ve had a hard time keeping up with my duties. Cooking and cleaning has been a challenge for me. Especially since most the work I do is in the kitchen, and our kitchen is unairconditioned. The heat makes things immeasurably worse. It’s rough, and I feel so useless. People are amazed that I’m even standing half the time. No matter how many times you go through something like this, you’re never truly prepared for it, and it’s still a pain in the ass.
Naturally, most of my time has been spent in bed or sitting on the couch. I’ve tried to catch up on some reading, but it’s hard for me to concentrate on anything. I end up zoning out, and falling over asleep. I’ve had pretty much the same results with video games. Games where I normally excel, I find myself getting beat into the dirt. It’s been a massive stab at my ego, seeing my avatar’s corpse being flung around the arena between moments of focus.
I’m trying to be more careful. But just the other day, I blundered pretty badly. It had a good outcome, but… I was baking potatoes for lunch. I always give my fiance the larger potato, which inevitably means it will almost always be slightly undercooked when it comes out the oven. I meant to remedy this by throwing it into the microwave for another two minutes, but I happened to be frying chicken at the same time. I guess I kinda dozed off and ended putting the entire baked potato into the fryer instead, thus undoing any kind of good choice making of baking a potato in the first place. Well, my fiance said it was actually a delicious surprise: all the goodness of a perfectly soft baked potato on the inside, and the crisp, crunchy outside of a well seasoned potato chip. It was such a hit, it became our lunch the next day, as well. The chicken also turned out delicious, if you were wondering.
Cooking is my passion, and I’m getting kinda fussy about not being able to cook more now that I’m really sick. And I need to be able to take care of my fiance. This is getting ridiculous. But I’m helpless to this sickness, so I guess I’ll admit defeat for now, and rest up until I’m better.