I don’t get sick very often but when I do it’s usually pretty epic. This past few days for example. It started out as the sniffles on Tuesday but by Thursday morning there was no denying it. I had the flu. Achy body, fever, congestion, sore throat, headache the whole list on the NyQuil bottle was covered. So I have been in bed now for three days and it sucks. I hate being sick. It’s unproductive and irritating. It has, however, taught me a few things this time around.
I am replaceable. I hate to admit it, but it is true. When I did finally acquiesce on Thursday and crawled into bed, I thought about the long list of things that were supposed to get down this weekend. Typically when I am not feeling 100% my husband strongly suggest that I take it easy. I then shrug my shoulders and do stuff anyway. But this time my body was not going to let me. These past few days my husband has totally stepped up to the plate. I am quietly thanking my stars that he was even home this weekend. He has been dance mom, Easter bunny, music teacher, chef and pharmacist. Oh, and he makes the best hot water with lemon and honey ever.
I am not immune. At some point yesterday my son actually came home. Between work and friends he hasn’t been around much lately except to sleep. I managed to corner him though and this is how our conversation went.
Me: What did you eat yesterday?
Him: Um, a burger for lunch and (long pause) I think maybe Chinese for dinner?
Me: Well you’ve got to eat better or you are going to get sick.
Him: Like you?
Me: What’s that supposed to mean?
Him: Out of the four people who live in this house you are the healthiest and you’re the one who is sick. That’s a bit ironic don’t you think?
Me: Don’t you have to go to work?
He was right though. It was sadly ironic.
I am impatient. Not really a huge surprise here but none the less. Okay, everybody gets sick. It’s okay for a day. But as day three stretches on I am pretty much over this. I can Skype with my husband when he’s in Europe but they still haven’t come up with a pill to take that makes you better in an hour? As much as I dislike it, and as disgusting as it is, the 24 hour stomach flu is so much more efficient than what I have had to endured this week. Everything comes out and you’re done. Why does getting better have to take so long? Doesn’t the flu know that I have stuff to do? Yes, this is what it has come to. I am comparing illnesses based on their efficiency.
Most importantly while being sick I have learnt that it doesn’t matter where in the house I choose to sleep, the cat will still try to sleep on my head. The Best Thing in Life is a warm furry friend to make you feel better.