Today was a white crayon on a sheet of white paper. It was Dora the Explorer blinking at you, waiting for an answer. Today was actually reading the Terms and Conditions. Watching paint dry, staring at the wall, clichés...today was playing the quiet game all day. By myself. And winning.
Today was a day so boring that I am going to say something really offensive, against my better judgment, mostly because it feels true. I feel like Anne Frank. Now before you get all tar and feathery on me, please know that I know how immensely horrific the Holocaust was, and that my situation is nothing like it, my life not really anything like Anne Frank's life. It's hard to make the comparison, especially here, because wow, what an asshole thing to say. But it's like this: today my dad and his girlfriend (she flew in for support) went out to lunch with a friend of my great-aunt Kay, and I sat in my room and waited for them to bring me food. It's like that every day actually. My dad brings me bananas or crackers, hummus, more water, sometimes chocolate. And the waiting for him is excruciating. When he finally comes bearing a roast beef sandwich I call him my Miep and feel bad telling him I hate red meat.
(Ok, so maybe it's better to say that I feel like Cathy from Flowers in the Attic, except sans incest and hopefully without the arsenic. The point being, this sucks and I am bored out of my fricking mind.)
Then again my temperature is also 37.5°C, and I have been told to call the clinic if it goes over 38°C, in which case I might need to go to the hospital in Jerusalem, and what I know to be the most true of all is that I do not want to go to the hospital in Jerusalem; I do not want any complications. So I drink more water, take some אופטלגין and some אקמול , and wait to hear all about the painstakingly difficult decision-making process of someone picking out what type of wallpaper to get because that's all I have to endure now.
Boredom. Luxury really.