I’m not a good sick person. When I’m sick I just shut down. I know people who no matter how sick they may be keep going. Me, I prefer to lay down and wait for the grim reaper to show up. In fact on Thursday when I was in the exam room at the doctor’s office, my doctor knocked on the door and I said “Is that you death?” She was amused.
Perhaps I’m not a good sick person because I never was a mom. I know moms aren’t allowed to be sick, I mean at least not the lay in bed feeling sorry for yourself sick. They always seem to keep going — at least to some extent. I’ve pretty much always had the luxury of being able to take it easy when I’m ill.
And, of course, Freckles sees my illness as good new/bad news. The good news is I’m at home all the time. The bad news is I don’t feel like going to the park so it’s out, poop, pee, and back into the house. She’ll probably be glad when I go back to work and she can hang out with the dog walkers again.
And I’m going to get the grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup I’ve been longing for.