The novelty has worn off now. Many unpleasant things are not so bad at first, but only become so when they remain day after day without relief. No doubt the matter of the most importance is one's state of mind, however.
At first it was easy enough to grin and bear it. Thus I attempted many humorous comments, though I fear they were lost upon all but myself. Furthermore, as long as I have chicken pox I figured I might as well make the most of it, and to that end I decided to debunk several myths concerning it, and also being sick in general:
Myth #1: Watching movies is a good way to entertain oneself while sick.
Truth: While this may for a brief time distract one's senses from his present discomfort, it generally only serves to make him more displeased and irritated with the world.
Myth #2: Laughing is good when one is sick.
Truth: This may be true in some cases, and indeed I hope it is, but in case of headache accompanying chicken pox, this only serves to increase the discomfort.
Myth #3: The face is the last place one gets chicken pox.
Truth: The apparent meaning of this statement is patently false. Perhaps it would be best not to question the honesty of the one who made this statement—especially as I do not remember who it was—but suffice to say it is not true in all cases. Even after appearing upon the face, the spots are quite pleased to keep appearing upon the rest of the body.
Myth #4: Those who are still well laugh at those who have gotten sick, only to find the tables turned upon them when they get sick and have it worse.
Truth: The latter portion would be more effective when separated by periods of days or weeks, and so lies outside my experience, but I would guess it is only a generality. As for the former portion, it is quite as easy—nay, I would say easier—for those who already have it to do the laughing, for there is a strange invincibility in being made vulnerable by illness, an inability to sink any lower. Any laughter sent my way is easily sent to flight. I am already sick, but you do not know when you will succumb: it may be in two days, or it may be in two weeks, but you shall most certainly get it. Not that much laughter was sent my way, but such may just as well be used against those who deny they are getting it.
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One possible effect of itchy chicken pox is a strong desire to jump up and down and scream, which I have on good authority from someone's whose name I will not mention. It makes me feel rather differently, but I will not go into that just now.
There are, however, numerous other small matters that might be of interest in relation to said illness, which only leads me to bewail and lament the fact that I did not have a little video camera to make a movie of the whole proceedings. (Those who have seen 'Mr. Bean's Holiday' may appreciate knowing this thought was in relation to said movie.) Since I have not, a great work of art may have been lost to the world.
Instead I sit here and write rambling thoughts about it, which probably are not even of minute amusement value to any but myself, and I have yet to emit even a half-chuckle. I would most definitely appreciate hearing from each and every one of my readers on this point, if you would be so charitable (it must count as a work of mercy—visiting the sick, you know), for I fear I have more readers than I get credit for. Hallo?
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Laughter so totally makes you feel better, even when you have a headache. It's once you stop laughing that it hurts more.
Nah. Well, maybe. Oh, all right, I guess that's true. I was talking more about ultimate effect, though.
Well, ultimately, it averages out to a plus, I say. It's all about the net, you see.
When someone laughs and then stops because it hurts, they're generally smiling when they say "It hurts when I breathe..."
Probably so...it has to be the right sort of laughter though.
Perhaps, but methinks most sorts are the right sort.
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