Forced Rest

 Well, the plague got me, although it took 2.5 days after Stephen's test before I tested positive. So I've spent the last few days in a haze of sore throat, congestion, and feverish fatigue, forced to do nothing but sit in bed or on the sofa, alternately napping, reading, and watching EFL matches whilst knitting. 

It's really, really hard not to feel guilty about this. I am SICK, objectively sick; I have the masses of used tissues and the line on the test strip to prove it! Yet I struggle not to feel bad that I've called out of 3 days of work now, that we relied on Doordash to feed us all weekend because neither of us had the energy to cook, that I've been reading novels instead of studying. I'm glad I cleaned and tidied the house on Thursday while I was still feeling well, or I'm sure I'd feel guilty about that too.

Even now, whilst writing this, I felt compelled to prove myself not entirely useless, and cut up the pineapple that's been languishing on the counter since last Tuesday. Both to use it before it spoiled and because pineapple is good for inflammation and I certainly have plenty of that going on. All I have actually proved is that my knife skills are diminished by sickness and that standing for more than 5 minutes makes me feel weak, so I'm going back to the sofa and knitting for at least another day.