If I had my life to live over again...I would have gone to bed when I was sick instead of pretending the earth would go into a holding pattern if I weren't there for the day.
Erma Bombeck
For nearly a week, I've been fighting being sick. Mind over mattress. I felt terrible sometimes and then I'd feel just a little sick. And I kept going because, who has time to be sick? Not me.
But then I felt terrible again.
Yesterday I gave up. OK, I thought. I'm sick. I went to the doctor. I got a prescription. I went to bed. I told my kids to stop talking to me when they were making requests because I was sick. I handed Braeden and Emma each a to do list. They may have felt like arguing, but I was sick, so they didn't. (I gave Mark a pass because he's also sick.)
I had Safeway chicken noodle soup for lunch. And orange sherbet. I left my dishes in the sink.
I went back to bed.
The earth didn't go into a holding pattern. Things on my list didn't get done. And I don't think anyone cares. Sometimes it's a little startling that things don't come unhinged a little if I don't do all the things I'm supposed to do.
Sometimes it's relieving. It's like the universe is saying "Get over yourself." And to that I say, "Thank you universe."
Then I say, "If you need me, I'll be in bed. But don't need me."
(Because I'm sick.)
2 comments:
I hope you feel better soon.
Feel better! Good job taking a day off.
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