I am - by nature - unusually prone to avoiding sickness. So it’s with much confusion (and even more whining) that I’ve missed more days in the last two months due to sickness than in the three years leading up to it. The problem: mono (probably, it’s a long story). Seriously, what married, monogamous, 27 year old father gets mono? How did that even happen? I have a theory involving dirty utensils at a restaurant, but that’s irrelevant.

The net result is that I’m tired all of the time which leaves me feeling useless. It’s so super lame, and I don’t really like to whine, but seriously I feel really sorry for me. Poor Ali too, she now has to care for two babies full time, but mostly me; poor me.

It’s affecting every aspect of my life. I usually work from 0730 to 1730, taking an hour or so for lunch. It’s a nice, normal way to work. Mono-Keith works an average of five hours a day and is dog-ass tired when he drags himself home. To further point out how pathetic this is, it’s important to remember that I’m a web developer. I sit at a computer and make websites all day. Hell, I don’t even do that. I sit at a desk and help make sure that other people make websites all day.

I’m a fanatic about my lawn, and like to keep it neat and green. Now I don’t have the energy to mow it. I love to take pictures, but it’s hardly worth the effort right now. I’d like to take my baby to the park, or my dogs for a walk, but it’s just too much. I tried golfing and after 7 holes I was so tired I could barely drive the cart and then I was sick as a dog for three days after.

The good news, seemingly mono lasts forever as it’s been two months now and I still feel crappy. The better news is that the doctor told me it can last a lot longer still! Hooray! Being a useless tit forever, all of my dreams come true. The one big plus is that I don’t really have much of an appetite and I’ve lost almost 15 pounds (which needed to go).