Recovery

I will say this about having pets, they seem to know when something is wrong. I am sure that me being in bed all day yesterday was a key sign for them, but they did seem to know that I was not feeling well. The three cats apparently took it upon themselves to give me a constant, but rotating, guard. I stared to fall asleep, and Loki jumped up on the bed and curled into a ball next to me. When I woke up an hour later, he was gone, but Angel took his place. I fell asleep again and the next time I woke up, it was to Pipsqueak snoring next to me. The only time I awoke and there was not cat in the bed, one was guarding the door.

They just seem to know. I remember coming home one time, when I still lived with my parents, and I was drunk. I staggered into the bathroom and proceeded to expel all of the alcohol I drank that year. When I was done, I laid down on the tiled floor and fell asleep. When I woke up, briefly, there were two cats at the door with their backs to me. They wouldn’t let anyone in. I don’t know if they were trying to protect me, or if they were trying to prevent someone from coming in to help me. I hope it was the former, but since they are cats, it may have been the latter.

But, back to me being sick. The only time I was awake for an extended period of time was when I grabbed a bite to eat or fed the cats. I slept all nearly day. I would wake up for a few moments, then I would fall right back to sleep. And I think I used an entire box of tissues. It was not a good day. I remember wanting to stay home from school when I was younger, but that want wouldn’t last more than a day. All my friends were still at school, and home was so boring. Well, the same holds true now. I would rather be healthy and unhappy at work than unhealthy and sleeping all day at home.

And that is just sad.

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