I love writing blog posts when I’m sick. Who knows what I’ll say? Who knows what’ll happen? Maybe my nose drips on the keyboard and my index finger slides off one letter and onto another, creating a word that I didn’t intend on hyping.
See, right there. I slid off the letter “t” and down to an “h” creating the word “hyping”, instead of “typing”.
I didn’t, actually, but I’m trying to make a point here.
Before we go any further, I just want to thank all of you who participated in Share Your Blog 2020. If you didn’t get a chance to introduce yourself and share your link in the comments section of that post, you’re not too late, it’s never too late. Head on over.
Also, I encourage all of you to keep going back to the comments section in case new bloggers roll in. Some came in today and I just want to make sure they get the same attention.
Alright, let’s see what comes out of my keyboard next.
There is no theme to this post. There is no over-arching idea. I’m simply forcing myself to write because I’m sick and want to see what words I can cook up while feeling this away.
This is like an experiment, but without a formal lab report. I hated those. Do I really need to write down the materials I used? YOU told us which materials to use. And I’m pretty sure everyone changed their Hypothesis after knowing the Results, as to not look completely clueless.
Man, the memories you think you’ve buried, and then BAM.
I was sick around Christmas with a sore throat, but it never developed into anything. It went away and I was good to go. Go where? Don’t know. Just good to go.
And then I woke up on January 1st and my legs were sore. Naturally, it prompted the question: Am I getting sick, or am I just old?
Four days later, I can confirm the soreness meant I was getting sick, which means there are still six more weeks of winter. No wait, that’s Groundhog Day.
My sore throat returned on New Year’s and on Friday night, it went away. In its place, I received a runny nose to go with my general aches and pains. It’s like my nose and throat are a tag team. I appreciate the one-at-a-time approach.
Saturday was a day where my head felt heavy, but on the surface I looked calm and ready to not move a muscle.
So this is where we are. My nose is operating with one lane open, so expect delays. Stay tuned for traffic, weather, and nose updates, together, on the ones.
I blew my nose earlier and my ear squeaked, so I guess I’m a cartoon character now? I haven’t Googled it, but I’m pretty sure that’s how it works.
I watched both NFL playoff games on Saturday. I couldn’t help but laugh my way through whatever the end of the Buffalo/Houston game was. It was clear to me that neither team wanted to win.
I was hoping overtime would end in a tie and they’d both lose.
The New England Patriots are out, which means every football analyst in the world feels the need to say Tom Brady didn’t have a bad season, he just didn’t have any help.
Literally, every single analyst has said that since the game ended. Can you put me on TV? I’ll switch up the analysis and give people a reason to watch.
I want to talk about his hair and how it was perfectly combed the entire game. Is this guy immune to helmet hair? What about hat hair? What in the name of Head and Shoulders is going on there?
Excuse me, but I’m currently sneezing and can’t stop.
This Sneeze Delay is brought to you by Paul.
Paul – the snack that smiles back.
Nope, that’s not it. That’s not the tagline. I am not a (overrated) goldfish cracker. Let’s try this again.
This Sneeze Delay is brought to you by Paul. Paul – one syllable says it all.
Alright, we’re back. If you want to sponsor a future Sneeze Delay, let me know.
By the way, what’s with people blowing their nose with only one Kleenex? That stuff is not a towel. Your mucus will break on through to the other side.
I don’t know if adults do this, but my mind was suddenly hit with an image of my classmates back in elementary school, blowing their nose with one Kleenex. Layer up, man!
I saw a tweet the other day that said something along the lines of: If you’re able to write while listening to songs that have lyrics, there is something messed up with you.
What? I only write while listening to songs with lyrics. You think I sit here and type in silence? Who do you think I am, Dan “Don’t call me Joe” Humphrey?
I’ve always been this way. You think these magical words happen because of silence? Heck no. Put on some music and let me start typing. Eventually, I won’t even notice the music is there.
When I’m done a post, I’ll look at my list of music and wonder how I went through so many songs. Is anyone else like this? Let’s form an alliance.
Being sick is the worst. You get to a point where you don’t even remember what life is like when you’re not sick.
It’s like: Oh yeah, I used to be able to stand and not feel like I’m balancing a bowling ball on my head.
Or: I miss being able to look down without Niagara Falls emerging from my nose.
I ate lunch and dinner today, but didn’t feel the food go to my stomach. I don’t know if it got lost and is headed for my pinky toe, or what. But I didn’t feel full, and I didn’t feel like I ate anything. That’s not normal, right?
I forgot to mention at the start, but my eyes feel huge. I don’t think that’s an important detail, but I’ve typed it, so it’s a apart of this now.
Maybe I am a goldfish cracker?
Alright, let’s wrap this up so I can go wrap myself in blankets.
In the coming days, there might be a 50 Thoughts post for you, as well as the return of my Bachelor Viewing Notes on Tuesday. So, if you enjoy me writing about people “falling in love” on TV, get ready for the most traumatic season yet.
For me. It’ll be traumatic for me.
Definitely meant to say dramatic and not traumatic.
Thank you for reading!
I’m going to go blow my nose and try not to squeak out of one ear like Thomas the Tank Engine.