I started to feel ill a couple of days ago. Yesterday it intensified, and last night I took some meds before bed and hoped for the best. When I woke up this morning, I was in full-blown awful mode. I went back to bed and stayed there until after noon (something I rarely do). When I got up, I felt like I was going to barf all over the place and that my head was going to (metaphorically) explode. I was both hungry and completely not hungry.
So, as you can expect, I did not feel like gaming.
A friend sent me a message telling me there was a specific thing in Destiny today that would net us an exotic sniper, but that we only had until reset tomorrow morning.
Against my better judgement, I hopped on and oof. It was tough. And yet I can’t resist the call of Destiny. And digital loot.
As you may have already guessed, I did not play well. I did not feel well. And, ultimately, we didn’t do well (to be fair, I didn’t do well; my gaming partner did just fine). We failed three times and I finally had to put it down. All that crap on the screen was just too much for my brain (and, for some reason, my stomach) to take.
The times I have been sick and been horizontal either in bed or on the couch, if I feel up to anything it usually involves my 3DS and something adorable and stress-free. Sometimes I am up to playing, sometimes not. Either way, it’s nice to have the portable option at the ready.
Feeling ambitious is great. Feeling ambitious while sick…not always so great. I’m not sure I’m better or worse off than before I booted Destiny up. I hate not pulling my weight on a fireteam, but I suppose I’m glad I tried. If I feel better before the reset (a long shot), perhaps I will try again.
So this got me thinking: if you are sick, do you feel up to gaming? Can you game on the big screen or do you like to keep it to a far smaller (and portable) one? Do you feel worse after trying to play something? Or does it have no effect on your condition?
I know this is a short one today, but honestly, looking at my computer screen is only enhancing my barfiness. So please excuse me as I am couch-bound for a nap of epic proportions.
And who knows? Maybe Dr. Mario will visit me in my dreams and, together, we can take out some viruses with that endless waterfall of pills.
Nighty night, friends.