Being sick sucks. Being sick in New Zealand sucks balls. It all started before we left the hostel. There was a contagious bug going around that we lovingly nicknamed the BASE flu which started picking off my merry band of misfits one at a time as it made its way to infecting me. To be fair, it’s more of an aggressive cold then the flu but its next to impossible to shake it once it’s got you.
I’ve now been a snot/mucus making factory for about a week and a half and it doesn’t matter that I’ve gotten heaps and heaps of sleep – I can’t seem to shake it. The reason why it’s worse to be sick in New Zealand is that there isn’t central heating in most houses including my flat. Yes, I picked up a heater for my room and my flat is much warmer than most but it hard to get that warm cosy feeling and because of this, it’s harder to spend the day in bed.
Here I find myself spending the same amount of time in bed as I am wrapped in my pink snuggie in front of the TV. I’ve gotten used to only having a handful of channels to pick from and watching bad TV. In a way lack of choice makes mindless TV watching even better and I’m back to indulging my Shortland St. fixation and I’ve probably watched more music videos on Juice over the last week than I’ve done in the last 4 years. As I’ve spent today as a total shut-in dividing my time between my bed and in front of the TV – I can say with some certainty that I’m starting to feel a lot less like my sickie self so here’s hoping that I’ve kicked this bug once and for all!