Sick Day

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.)