Gurgle.

There's nothing quite like being taken down by some mystery illness for a few days.  Staying at home, watching tv (or "watching" tv by laying on the couch in front of the tv, not really caring what is playing), waiting to stop feeling like shit, wondering what the hell it is you've gotten because it doesn't feel quite like any other illness you've had before.  You think, oh I'm at home all day so maybe I can take care of some things.  Then you realize that you don't even have the energy or brain power to stand up and walk into the kitchen to refill your tea.  So back to "watching" tv.

I'm still tired today.  I've not eaten much, which could be part of the issue, but I'm not so interested in eating.  My intestines have been gurgling for the past 24 hours, so I'm thinking it's not best to feed them right now.

My coworkers wonder if I got sick from working on old Douglas Fir benches.  Apparently the fir was found in some bog or lake or pond or something.  And it's old - as in it was old when it was cut down, before it spent a lifetime soaking in water.  One coworker posited that perhaps it had some odd spores or bio-things in it that were released when I cut into and then sanded it.  Greaaaaat.  Now I have to consider that my body might be fighting some ancient biohazard.  Maybe I'll become an alien spawn.  Or my insides will disintegrate slowly (oh shit! is that why my intestines are gurgling??).  Or maybe I'll become a super human with crazy useful (or useless?) powers.

In the mean time I'm feeling better, gurgling notwithstanding.  Now I guess I have to care about what's playing on the tv again.