I started making a to-do list for this weekend probably last weekend, around Sunday night, Monday afternoon. I knew I shouldn’t have done that, because now it is the weekend, and I am incapacitated with a stomach virus that refuses to let up. I knew that by Wednesday, my weekend was shot, but I kept adding to the to-do list anyway, stubborn enough to believe that if I willed it to go away, my stomach would cooperate. If I just kept popping tums and pepto, I’d be fine by the weekend. I even made plans with friends I hadn’t seen in a while, becuase I knew if I had plans, maybe my stomach would distract itself and I would be fine. I would be able to talk my stomach out of being sick.
Mind over matter my ass.
So as I sit here, incapacitated, able to eat, but not move, being bored with watching tv and even watching tv online, I started to make a to-do list for next weekend…and then my stomach reminded me to live in the moment…and to stop writing so many to-do lists when the only thing I should be doing is drinking water and laying down.
God, I hate being sick.
