Saturday, January 07, 2012
Sick and Tired of Sick and Tired
Last week, Darling Man started sneezing. He thought it was from all the dust at work, but even once home and neti-potted he continued to sneeze. And have bad headaches. I let him sleep as much as possible because I know that sleep really is the only way to kick a cold.
Then I was awakened in the middle of the night by a ferocious headache. Like someone had plunged a big knive into my head up to the hilt and was wiggling it around. I took some ibuprophen and after about three hours got back to sleep - only to hve to get up an hour later for work and getting the Boy ready for school. I was slow and tired at work, but I thought that was going to be it for me.
Wrong. I started sneezing. My head ached. And the minor food poisoning I seemed to have had the previous week returned with avengence. Everytime I put something in, it wouldn't hang around long. So I'm tired from waking up in the middle of the night, undernourished from my body throwing off food shortly after it goes in and my body hurts from the pounding it's taking to the head and torso. And yet, it doesn't feel like the flu. And I can't completely disengage from my life to rest and make it go away.
Of all the things I miss about being a kid, not being able to just be sick might be right up there at the top of the list. I hated being sick as a kid. My mom was pretty strict about sick. No TV. Stay in bed. Bland, liquidy food and weak tea. If you were well enough to sit up and watch TV and eat pizza, you weren't sick enough to miss school. If I was thinking about faking it, that was a big deterrent. But when I really didn't feel well, it was awesome. I could just unplug from the world and let my body rest. I could eat chicken soup and toast and drink tea and go right back to sleep because there wasn't anywhere I had to be and nothing that I had to do.
Life isn't like that when you grow up. There seems to always be something that needs your attention. So for this moment, when I don't have to work, or feed people, or clean house or do laundry or pay bills or any of the other billion things I do on a daily basis, I think I'll crawl back into bed, pull the covers up over my shoulders and close my eyes for a while.