A few weeks ago, I was sick. I think. I had a cough, headache, felt like crap - the usual "I'm doing too much and my body rebels" sick. Then my oldest had it, then I had it again, then my youngest, now I have it again.... this is how things go in my house. It's part of the pattern of winter. Just like we will twist our hands in angst to see how far we can stretch the oil delivery, and watch UConn basketball on TV while decrying the high cost of cable. This is what we do. It's long and cold up here in the winter, and I inevitably get sick.
It's not a big deal - I go to bed and usually am up and at 'em the next day, hacking a loogie now and then. Only last night I was waking myself up coughing and I woke hubby up, and when hubby is woken up now it is a PROBLEM THAT MUST BE SOLVED. He declared today that I've been sick for forever (close, but not true) and that I should SEE SOMEONE.
Ok, let's think about this. The last time he thought I should see someone was last week when my smashed finger wasn't getting any better. I took an hour out of my crazy day to see my doctor, who ordered an x-ray and gave me a splint that was moderately better than the cheap one I bought at CVS. So for $300, I got confirmation that it isn't broken. Thanks.
I could call my doctor today - maybe she'd order a chest X-ray! That would be at least $600 plus her visit to tell me that.... drum roll please... I'm exhausted and have a virus. It's the virus that's "going around." I should rest, drink fluids, and take it easy.
For once when I'm sick I would just like to be able to rest, take it easy, and not have my family pile on guilt about me being out of commission for a day or two. I realize it is out of concern, and I have my own issues about sickness, but still! Make me some darned soup, bring up a carafe of herbal tea and a box of tissues, and let me sleep while you watch the kids. Or the kids watch Netflix. Whichever - I just want to sleep.
I have my own issues with being sick. Growing up, I always got sick on the first day of every vacation. Which royally sucked when we got out of school on Christmas Eve. I burn myself out, and then I pay. Forty years of that has taught me a. don't tell people you're sick, b. blame it on allergies and c. sleep when you can.
For whatever reason I am a full-blazes or nothing kind of girl. It's that passion and fire that my husband fell in love with. I don't know how else to be. As much as I try to even things out, I still wind up pushing myself too hard, and then paying the price.
And the price right now is a day in bed with Theraflu and the humidifier.
It's not a big deal - I go to bed and usually am up and at 'em the next day, hacking a loogie now and then. Only last night I was waking myself up coughing and I woke hubby up, and when hubby is woken up now it is a PROBLEM THAT MUST BE SOLVED. He declared today that I've been sick for forever (close, but not true) and that I should SEE SOMEONE.
Ok, let's think about this. The last time he thought I should see someone was last week when my smashed finger wasn't getting any better. I took an hour out of my crazy day to see my doctor, who ordered an x-ray and gave me a splint that was moderately better than the cheap one I bought at CVS. So for $300, I got confirmation that it isn't broken. Thanks.
I could call my doctor today - maybe she'd order a chest X-ray! That would be at least $600 plus her visit to tell me that.... drum roll please... I'm exhausted and have a virus. It's the virus that's "going around." I should rest, drink fluids, and take it easy.
For once when I'm sick I would just like to be able to rest, take it easy, and not have my family pile on guilt about me being out of commission for a day or two. I realize it is out of concern, and I have my own issues about sickness, but still! Make me some darned soup, bring up a carafe of herbal tea and a box of tissues, and let me sleep while you watch the kids. Or the kids watch Netflix. Whichever - I just want to sleep.
I have my own issues with being sick. Growing up, I always got sick on the first day of every vacation. Which royally sucked when we got out of school on Christmas Eve. I burn myself out, and then I pay. Forty years of that has taught me a. don't tell people you're sick, b. blame it on allergies and c. sleep when you can.
For whatever reason I am a full-blazes or nothing kind of girl. It's that passion and fire that my husband fell in love with. I don't know how else to be. As much as I try to even things out, I still wind up pushing myself too hard, and then paying the price.
And the price right now is a day in bed with Theraflu and the humidifier.
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