My Home. And The Doctor.

Waking up. Headache, earache and sore throat. And the decision to stay at home today. My first time I’m away sick.

I must admit. The aches are nearly gone, I’m feeling a little bit better now, at midday. I’m watching a musical-show at the national tv-station. And I’m looking for something to do.

Today, in the evening, I’ll go the my doctor. Tell him about everything that go wrong with my body.  The rash on my back, the thing in my face, my upcoming stomach cramps. Now I’m really interested into my doctor’s opinion.

The night has gone to fast. The shower in the morning let me awake. I’m here. With nothing to do and so much time. Time. If you need it, you surely won’t get it. If you really have no use, you have an enormous amount of time.
The weather in Austria is extreme. Snow and frozen streets. Temperatures below zero. And thousands and hundred thousands of Austrians are ill, I’m sure. Me too. But hey. One day at home isn’t the worst thing you can get. I think I need that day to cure finally.

Maybe my next post will be barely literary again. My creativity is ill too, I think.

And therefore, good morning and a wonderful day or something. And well. That’s it.