The hubs got me sick. That’s right. How dare he? How dare he work around sick people all the time and bring home some nasty bug? I know that no one likes being sick. I also know I am fortunate since I work from behind a computer in the comfort of my own home. That doesn’t mean it doesn’t still suck, big time. With cold and flu season about to start, this hitting me right at its onset only makes me cringe in that I may get hit again.
I do have a life, a schedule I like to keep, errands I have to do, housework that needs to be done, and appointments to go to in order to keep up with the things that have to do with living. I am fortunate that I have grown children and don’t have the same problems I did when my kids were young. Every Mom knows that Moms aren’t allowed to be sick. We just have to suck it up and some how function. That super sucks. Now that I am allowed to be sick, it doesn’t make it any less sucky though.
So I lie here, staring at the pile of crap that I have to do and knowing I have absolutely no energy or desire to get up and actually do it. I think about the two appointments that I had today that now need to be cancelled so I don’t spread my plague to others that may be around me. I decide to do something in the fog of my brain and come up with a list of why being sick sucks.
1. Not knowing when it will end.
First it just feels like nothing will change. I am in my second day of illness and I just feel like I am no better today, even though I probably am, it just seems as if the symptoms are changing. While some get better other new ones pop up. My bad sore throat yesterday has been replaced by incredible fogginess today. I’m sure the snot will flow tomorrow. YUCK! When will it end? It just seems to be a perpetual cycle of sweat and sleep and sweat again. Time stands still.
2. Being told to drink lots of fluids.
I know to drink lots of fluids. I don’t need anyone to remind me of this. I am a mom who has nursed two kids through countless illnesses funneling liquids down their throats. I know my body needs to stay hydrated and that is how to do it. I just don’t feel like it. I feel like forcing more tea, juice, and water is just too hard. I also don’t want to stand on my feet long enough to actually boil the water for my tea. I want my bed.
3. Everything is too hot or too cold.
One minute I’m shivering like I’m standing in the Arctic Circle in a bikini, so I surround myself in a cocoon of blankets. Five minutes later, it feels like I’m in the tenth circle of hell and I can’t get the covers off fast enough…until I’m freezing again. Body temperature, MAKE UP YOUR MIND!
4. The hardship of being lonely, but not wanting infect anyone else.
Curling up on someone who loves me would be so comforting when I feel like hacking up a lung or two. I know though that risking their health is not an option. So the dance of the sickie occurs. Stay over there. Come help me. Bring me something … go away.
My husband just can’t win. Even though he has had this and the laws of viruses means that I probably can’t give it back, I just don’t want to tempt fate. I will remain alone while I convalesce. Since I have determined in #1 that I don’t think this will ever end, I will be alone forever.
5. All food tastes like dirt.
If I even have an appetite. Nothing is appealing. It just looks like blah, and tastes worse. Why does being sick take the flavor out of everything? I open the fridge or the cabinet and catch myself just staring. You would think that everything in there was polenta and nothing else. Not the good cheesy kind of polenta either. The before it has been pumped up polenta. Bland, unappealing mush, that’s all I see. Just the word ‘polenta’ is enough to make me hurl right now. Blech!
I also don’t want to eat anything that may upset the delicate bowel situation I may have. The BRAT diet isn’t appetizing, and requires me to actually cook the rice. I don’t want to stand long enough to make tea. How the hell do you think I’m going to work hard enough to make rice?
6. There is nothing on TV.
I finding myself running up and down the channels on tv completely unsatisfied. It is about as bland as my refrigerator. I am a news junkie and I want nothing to do with it. Game shows? Nope. Talk shows? Nope. Cartoons? Maybe. Time to turn on Netflix and find something binge worthy, Any suggestions? That is just too overwhelming for me right now. Too many choices. Make it stop.
7. Nothing is comfortable.
I move from my bed, to the couch, to a comfy chair, and back to my bed. Since my body aches, everything feels lumpy and just makes me hurt. I take a shower to move around and freshen up and that helps… for ten whole minutes. The good news is I get to lie around without a bra on, that totally makes it worth it. Boob freedom is always a plus, even on my worst day.
8. When I feel better, I won’t sound better.
I feel this slowly moving into my lungs and head so I know the usual steps this will take. I will feel better in a day or two, but I will sound like a two pack a day smoker. Even though I am no longer patient zero from the movie Contagion, it is ironic that I will be treated like I should still be in quarantine when by this point I won’t be. Thus, my lonely sick existence will only continue.
That about does it for me, my bed is calling me back. How do your sick days rank and how accurate do you find mine? What do you have to add to the list? I would like to know as in the fog that I am swimming in right now, I may have missed a few.