Taglich - Daily

Since I’ve been ill, my daily routine has become increasingly humdrum. I got sent home from work last Wednesday, and have been off with an annoyingly snotty and achy cold ever since. I’ve spent probably nine tenths of my time in my room, huddled up in bed, watching downloaded TV shows and a ridiculous amount of the BBC News Channel. On occasion, I’ll leave my room to visit the kitchen and the toilet, for input and output respectively, nod and have short conversations with my housemates (in the former only) before shuffling back into my cosy den of sickness. The last four days have probably been the laziest of the last year. I’ve never been so utterly inactive. I walk to work every day, and on my days off, I’m usually out and about somewhere. Even when on holiday, walking is pretty much my primary activity as I explore new places on foot. So right now, I’m feeling rather idle and unfit, despite holding the decent excuse card of illness. However, today I return to work, which is probably a good thing even through I still feel pretty shoddy. Otherwise I’d end up in that treacherous downward spiral of lethargy, where the longer you spend out of the work, the less attractive going back becomes, to the point where you become a penniless lowlife on Job Seeker’s Allowance with no prospects, no hope, friends or desire to amount to anything. Which right now, doesn’t seem that bad.