monkey nonsense

1.  sleeping on my bed is no longer comfortable.  when i’m sick (typically with a fever), i don’t like sleeping on my bed.  because i’m in such discomfort, lying on my bed just feels weird and i don’t like to bring such negative sleep experiences to my bed.  my bed is awesomely comfortable, but when the whole body aches and even medicine can’t make the aches subside enough to go to sleep, i find myself lounging on the couch.

2.  lost appetite… and smaller appetite when starting to feel better.  maybe it’s the pig in me… but i get sad when i don’t enjoy my food and don’t even crave food.  now perhaps this is a good thing because we all know how much i overeat, but i hate how food makes you feel worse when you’re sick.  and i hate the slow appetite recovery when you start to get better.  like last night.  i couldn’t even finish my chick-fil-a burger, fries, and sweet tea.

3.  george’s smile doesn’t make everything better.  usually when i’m down or not feeling well, george will smile at me.  and i’ll feel slightly better.  but not when i’m sick.  then i just feel like he’s mocking me.  i know he’s not really mocking me (shuddup, no comments about him not being real), but for awhile i’ll get upset and not hug him.  that makes me miss him and his smile.