sickening

this past week i've been sick.

very sick.

coughy, spluttery, sweaty, tingly, moany, achy, breaky sick.

and it SUCKED!

i hate being sick.

i don't get sick very often.

in fact i'd go so far as to say that i get sick "rarely". perhaps even "hardly ever".

i'm pretty sure that the lenient attitude my parents took towards dirt when i was a child has ensured that my immune system will keep on rocking in the free world long after the rest of me has closed up shop.

and thus whenever i actually do get sick i am always taken by complete surprise, and never quite sure what to do about it.

for some inexplicable reason i don't take anything of the medicinal persuasion to aid my recovery and alleviate my ailments. this is not a tree-hugging stance against chemical therapy. it just never really occurs to me at the time that such things exist.

and i only ever go to the doctor for either private woman stuff or to have my happy pills dosage upped.

basically i find sickness to be a complete waste of my time, and the time of everybody else around me.

of course i refer here only to the type of sickness in which you know you will make a full recovery within a week, maybe two, and soon return to your regular existence without long-term consequence.

i am not in any way belittling terminal illness nor permanent disability. no sirree. i wouldn't dare.

and speaking of terminal illness*, my sister took great joy this past week of reminding me what a monumental brat i occasionally took the liberty of being during my mother's long illness.

here was a woman - my wonderful late mother - who battled horrible, bastardly cancer for almost two years, and somehow made it look like a freaking holiday.

she never once complained. she never once lashed out at those around her. and she never once questioned "why me?"

and yet during this time when i would on occasion find myself stricken with some distant cousin of the common cold, i would lie on the couch for days wincing and moaning and loudly proclaiming my imminent death.

and not once did she slap me upside the head like i so very, VERY much deserved.

that woman was a treasure.

i, however, am just plain sick.






*smoothest. segue. ever.