Sick, sick, sick
I rarely get sick. If I do it’s a cold or something that passes quickly and doesn’t make me feel too bad. I also never have a fever, making it worse when I do feel sick, because if you don’t have a fever, most people don’t believe that you are sick.
As weird as it sounds, I’ve always wanted to be really sick for at least a week. I’ve wanted to not be able to get out of bed, to be forced to watch movies and television shows and read books and have people bring me food. I’ve never really gotten that and always wanted to. I’ve told this to multiple people who have experienced this and they tell me I don’t understand. I will get sooo bored sooo fast. Nah, I don’t believe them.
Today, I wake up and feel sick. My throat hurts more than it ever has before and my glands are swollen, which has never happened to me before. I quickly get on WebMD and diagnose that I have mono, strep or tonsilitis. Yes! This is my time.
I go to the doctor. I take a strep test and wait in the exam room for my results for an hour. As I’m sitting there, feeling awful, I realize I really don’t want to have strep. I’ve always prided myself in being a healthy person. I have plans this afternoon, tonight, tomorrow. I leave for vacation in less than a week. I can’t lay in bed for a week, I’m the busiest person you know, and I would go crazy. I can’t have strep. My dreams of being bed-ridden are suddenly washed aside as reality rolls in.
The doctor comes in..
I don’t have strep. But I do have a severe upper respiratory infection. I do need to rest, but I’ll be fine in a few days. I deem my Saturday the “week” I’ve never gotten before. I’m going to watch movies and t.v. shows out the wazoo. I’m going to make the bf take care of me (as I know he gladly will). I’m going to not leave my spot on the couch or bed.
And then tomorrow, I’ll be back to myself.
Leave a Reply