"I wish I could say something witty and inspirational, but that just wouldn't be our style."
~Keanu Reeves in The Replacements.
That's how I feel. Sick. I have my first cold in a couple of years and it is pummeling me nearly senseless. I'm a terrible sick person. I'm whiney, I'm needy, I want everyone to pity me, pet me on the head and make me grilled cheese sandwiches and hot cocoa. I want people to press their palms to my forehead and tell me that it's warm (even if it isn't). I want to lay on the couch and watch brainless t.v. and look as pitiful as possible so that people will take care of me.
None of that happens, of course. Instead I take Tylenol Severe Cold and drive to school where I attempt to speak loudly enough that the kids can hear me. I pretend not to notice that they watch me blow my nose again and again and that they laugh when my voice cracks. I go to my other job and tell people I'm well when they ask how I am. I keep working and taking meds and hoping that I'll feel better soon. Because I have to.
But that doesn't mean I have to be happy about it. Or that my blog posts need to be very witty or inspirational. Because it's just too much.
I think I need a grilled cheese sandwich.
4 comments:
If that butt hangs in the toilet water, I DON'T want to know. And wiping? Good lord.
Hallie
Oh, honey. Feel better. I'd make you a grilled cheese sandwich and tell you that you felt warm if I lived closer.
Us southern women are good at that.
Sending you well wishes at the very least!!
It's miserable to be sick...but to have to work and be sick is the worst - ugh! I hope you are feeling better and have a restful weekend.
Awww... I feel bad for you. Your head does feel warm to me. You look like you are suffering a great deal. Here...here's a nice grilled cheese, and some hot cocoa. Now, I'm off to smack the brats that laughed at you.
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