To say I’m sick as a dog would be the understatement of the century considering my dog is prancing around without a care in the world while I’m laying here in bed trying not to cause a muscle spasm in my back from coughing too much. Boo has no interest in playing little puppy nurse and bringing me cough drops and medicine and apple sauce, she barely even glances my direction when it seems as if my lungs may actually burst from incessant coughing . I think she’s the tough love type, which I can’t really appreciate because I seem to be a victim of the bubonic plague, & I think I deserve to be coddled and babied. Luckily Jeff is stepping up to the plate where Boo is not.
Being sick as a grown up is just NOT fun. When you’re a kid, the world seems to stop when you’re sick. Of course your teachers will excuse you for missing school, and they might not even make you complete all of that nonsense busy work. Grown up sickness is a different story. Your job might be understanding if you want to miss a day or two due to illness but much more…only if the risk of you infecting the entire office with the bubonic plague is at an all time high. And if you’re in college…professors seem to always assume you’re lying about being sick. Fine, I understand. I have lied about being sick to miss class for non health related reasons. But, man it really sucks when I actually am laying in bed unable to move without aching, unable to keep down solid food (except clementines) and unable watch any movie that mentions Mexican food without feeling as if you may hurl. I guess the lesson is don’t lie to your professors?…I learned that one a little too late.
So what is a poor sick girl to do? I’ve been sleeping nearly 16 hours a day, drinking as much water as I can keep down and eating lots of clementines & apple sauce, yet every morning I feel even more AWFUL! This crazy disease has been overtaking my body since last Thursday and I desperately need to be better by tomorrow for the Catching Fire Premier with my Mom. What’s a poor sick girl to do?
P.S. As always, I blame the children. My poor weak immune system simply cannot handle all the blows they send my way.