Doe anyone else out there make themselves do things they normally wouldn't do when they are sick? Not like, going to bed earl, or resting, or eating chicken noodle soup, or trusting that someone else will take care of the dishes. I mean doing things like staying up later, cleaning and/or organizing more, going out, etc.
Just me?
I know I'm not the only one who won't take medicine when I'm sick. At least, I don't until a few days in and I'm absolutely miserable and I'm just too tired and miserable and stuffy and achy to argue with The Man about it anymore. You know, when it's too late for it to really do much. I get yelled at a lot when I'm sick.
How about feeling guilty when you're sick? About everything? The fact that you can't go to work (even though you played hooky last weekend so you could go ice-blocking), or the fact that you can't do more for meals than stare at the oven before getting out the cold cereal, or just making everyone get it from the cupboard themselves. Or the fact that you can't manage to put on two matching socks, let alone decent clothes when you get up to shuffle to the bathroom.
I know that can't be just me. Us Americans are supposed to have immune systems of STEEL! That's the next video in that "..... of STEEL" workout series. Kind of an underground thing. You have to be in the know about the black market to have heard of it (I haven't tried it, as I'm not much for exercise).
How about eating nothing but CRAP when you're sick? Because THAT'S going to make you feel better for SURE. Forget toast and broth, bring on the pizza and hamburgers! I mean, if I'm going to act like a slug, I really want to BE a slug!
Being sick is about the only time I wish that The Man had another wife. Or two. Maybe three. The first one could clean, the second could take care of Baby Cakes, and the third could play video games with me, or change out my movies. But only when I'm sick. I'm not sharing that sweet piece of man-sauce! Hands off!
I also get rambly and incoherent when I'm sick.
Can't you tell?
SOMETHING ABOUT ME YOU NEVER WANTED TO KNOW!!!!
Oops, can't do it. The questions are saved on my lappy. Sorry folks, you'll just have to wait until I remember to post something again. I'm sure you can make it.
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