I'm sick-sy and I know it

I'm sick. And not in the awesome "whoa man, that's sick!" sort of way.

While I'm sure it would be way cuter to have some skater dude compliment me on my sick kicks, or whatever, I am actually sick. Ill, debilitated, feeling lousy, under the weather, unwell - however you want to put it, this little lady is feeling not quite 100%.

You know how it goes; it's a gorgeously warm day outside, birds are chirping, sky as blue as I feel (oh shut up, sob sister) the breeze is whistling a sunny tune - the works - and I can imagine a million other things I'd rather be doing (e.g. breathing through my nose would be nice). But, thanks to fate, or my neglect to wear a jacket over the weekend, I'm stuck in bed getting intimate with a thermometer. And, let me tell you, it's getting pretty steamy in here.

It's days like these where you feel just about as hot as the Arctic Circle.

So, reliant on a pack of cold medication like the creepy druggie you don't want to sit next to on the train, I am holding my head in my hands and thinking of a way to entertain my bedridden self, besides twiddling my toes in their stripey green toe socks. Which is almost fun when you have Kermit the frog coloured ones like mine.

toe socks are creepy.
warm, but creepy.

When you're sick, it's an effort to leave the comfy confines of your doona for anything other than the sixth mug of green tea or to cut up yet another orange and hope that this time you don't squirt acid juice in your face. So if anyone is in the same sinus-invasive position as I am, and are in need of some cheering up, I have found a few sicky-mcgee-friendly activities to pass the time until you're feeling like your chipper old self. Unless you weren't chipper to begin with, but I may or may not be metaphorically dying so I am willing to take my chances here.

1. Engage in some box set viewing. I may or may not have sat on the couch, wrapped in a fluffy blanket like a human sushi roll and watched episodes of New Girl. Zooey Deschanel, your adorkableness makes everything better.

2. Trawl through a twitty tumblr. (See what I did there? Twitter + witty? Twitty? Oh ho ho ho...) Hilarity optional but recommended. I don't even have a tumblr, but I stumbled across this little pot of gold, and the amount of times I have fallen OFF OF MY BED with happy tears rolling down my cheeks is now approaching the uncountable. If you're in the mood for 100% giggles guaranteed, visit #whatshouldwecallme.

3. Vitamin C. And C is for Comfort food. Lots of it. When I'm not inhaling vitamin tablets, my snuggle snack involves copious amounts of tea, and normally lollies galore, but with an impending visit to the dentist, I have been lolly free for a fortnight. Wait. Maybe that's why I'm sick. Is this a thing? Sugar-deprivation-induced-cold?

4. Sleep. Which is next on my to-do list, after getting into the sexiest of sexy pyjamas. Long pants, an old concert tee, a sweatshirt, beanie and of course, my bed buddy, Mr Tissue Box. Reowr. Please form an orderly line.