There are some folks in this world that, when they take ill, it's best to simply avoid them. They don't feel well, and they take out their frustration at being sick on everyone around them, wondering why everyone else isn't doing all they can to support the ailing in their time of need.
I'm not a big fan of those folks. When I get sick, I'm MUCH worse!
I worked all weekend on the Hunting Guide, and by Monday night, I felt the aches, chills and nausea of a bug overtaking me. I went home and crawled into bed at 6:30 p.m., a rarity for me. For the next ten and a half hours, I tossed, turned, flexed, moaned and tried to have just a few minutes of comfort.
By Tuesday morning, around 6:15, I could go back out into public (for short periods of time); but, I was sure that I must have Ebola or Dengue Fever, or some other horrible disease, because no one could possibly feel as bad as I did with just a 24-hour bug. Or, at least, I'm hoping it's only a 24-hour bug.
If this goes on much longer, I will be miserable. I have already imagined hauling around newspapers on Wednesday morning with my stomach cramping as bad as it has been today, and I'm not enamored of the idea.
It is rare for me to get sick. Steve, Connie and I inherited very sturdy immune systems from our folks, and most flu bugs and common colds pass us by. But, when we do get sick,,,, watch out.
I can't speak for them, but I know that I just want to pull my legs up to my chest and rock for a while. Constructive - no. Dramatic - definitely.
And when I'm sick, it's all about the drama of letting others know that I'm not feeling well. If I'm going to lose my appetite and spend most of my time back in the bathroom, I'm determined to make sure that everyone else around me suffers just a bit.
Currently, I've got a sleeping bag wrapped around my lower body (which Donna thinks is hilarious since she's always cold and I'm always hot in our office). I've tried to take some aspirin and lots of fluids; but, my stomach hasn't cooperated well with that attempt.
Christina just let us know that it's lunch time and has asked what we would like to order today; but, there is no food that even sounds good. I had a cup of cappucino this morning, but was able to only finish a few sips before abandoning the cup.
I miss the days when I got sick and my mother would put me to bed, medicate me beyond reason, and bring me hot soup. She had the whole mother/doctor thing down to an art form, and I would actually come home from Austin when I got sick so that she could take care of me.
But now, I'm an adult, and I have to take care of myself.
No Vicks in the steamer. No hot chicken noodle soup served in bed. No frequent checks of my temperature to make sure I was improving.
That's the health care plan I miss. Forget the choice of providers, or a low copay. I miss having Mama there with her thermometer and her cold washcloths. I miss having someone worried about how I was doing from moment to moment, and focusing on nothing more than making sure I got better.
I guess that's the reason I'm such a lousy patient when I get sick now. I want to relive the days of having Mama take care of me, and I know that's never going to happen again.
But, feeling this way, and remembering her, sure does make me feel better deep down inside.
It’s all just my opinion, but it’s what I wish would happen.