I have the flu. A couple nights ago, I noticed I was cold and very exhausted. It happened quickly and without warning. Next came fever, the chills, the pounding headache, the muscle aches and I knew I was in trouble. I hate being sick.
There’s always the internal conversation about going to the doctor, wondering if my symptoms are severe enough. The last thing I want to do when I’m sick is get dressed and leave the house! Virtual doctor visits are one of the best inventions in my opinion.
Changing plans always disrupts my illusion of control. The calendar dictates my days in an orderly manner which suits me just fine. I had to cancel my volunteer shift and lunch with friends. I really don’t like it when I can’t follow through with my commitments.
Taking medication is something I prefer not to do whenever possible. However, I’m also not willing to suffer unnecessarily. I’m open to other remedies, such as vitamins and herbal teas. Being sick propels me into a world where keeping track of time is essential. I have to remember what I took, when I took it, and how much I had. It sounds easy enough, I know, but I’m sick remember? Everything is more difficult when I’m sick.
Finally, I really don’t like being sidelined, leaving my husband to handle things on his own. Now don’t get me wrong, he always takes better care of me than I do of myself. Maybe I don’t like that I can’t take care of him when I’m sick. I also prefer to do things on my own and not be a burden.
Overall, I’m probably just pouting because I don’t feel well. Perhaps I should see this as an opportunity for a break from my busy schedule. Although taking time out is a good thing, I’m not thrilled about being relegated to my bed. If I had my choice, I would have went to the beach.
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