When I was younger, like high school age, I would love when I would get sick and had to stay home from school. Not because I love being sick, no. I am not that messed up. I really enjoyed having nothing to do and a reason to sleep all day. My parents were always concerned that I was trying to do too much and would get myself sick from the lack of sleep and busy lifestyle I lived. Now if I only I could go back and just start skipping school like normal teenagers then maybe I wouldn’t have this love/hate relationship with being sick as an adult.
Nowadays it’s not easy to call in sick to the real world. In high school all I had to do was convince my folks that I was too sick to get out of bed then send one or two texts and I was home free. But now, oh man have the times change. I have to wake up early because I feel that a 2 hour notice to your boss is minimal, which means I have to wake up by 6am to make that call. Then on top of that I still have bills that need to be paid, clients at work expecting their services to be completed, documents to file and a house with a husband & 2 dogs to care for.
But yet, somehow when that first twinge of a throat ache or body aches sets on, I secretly rejoice for a brief moment. That short-lived moment where I know that a couch, my pillow and fluffy blanket are in my immediate future.
Why am I so weird? Now I would like to clarify my sanity by saying that the brief and shining moment of “I’m getting sick! Yippee!” Quickly fades into “Crap, I don’t have time for this because I am an adult.” Maybe one day I will be normal and hate getting sick from the beginning or, should I dare type it, be someone that goes straight to the doctor with the first sign of a throat ache. That might be a bit too far in the opposite direction for me.