Whatever. She might have "M.D." behind her name but I can search on mayoclinic.com and diagnosis anything. Therefore, I overrode her prognosis and declared I had the plague. Seems logical.
My plague had me in a pickle. I needed to be productive at work but the mindless fog in my head limited my thinking capabilities. Plus, I was just plain exhausted. I ended up finding reprieve on my couch, in front of the TV and watching Netflix. I could easily stare at my TV screen while blowing my brains out through my nose into mounds of tissues. (Pretty picture, I know.)
Then, something else happened. I started watching Battlestar Galactica (BSG for those who aren't geeks). I became the poster child for adult nerds everywhere. I sat on my couch, wearing my glasses with a runny nose, and watched BSG non-stop.
|Pretty much what I looked like sitting on my couch. Source|
I have survived the plague but I have not survived the attack of the boob tube. And I'm still quite addicted to BSG. My life will never be normal again.