Why Life’s not Fair — Part 426
In yet another installment of why life just isn’t fair, my body has turned against me and made me sick. I am not sure what has ticked off my body (mostly it seems my nose is the sore point — I crack me up), I’ve fed it, I’ve given it the right amounts of coffee and sugar, I’m allowed it to rest, I’ve not overly taxed it by taking it on long walks or anything. I just asked that my body STOP producing so much snot. Was that too much to ask…
It seem yes. It seems that the response to “Hey, nose, do you think a little less snot would be ok — perhaps giving me a break from the blowing my nose?” My nose decided to stop running only to stop running long enough to build good back pressure through my sinuses and then to add to my fun, drain down the back of my throat. (You are SO glad you decided to read about Snarkville today aren’t you?)
So, the net here is I’m sick. I probably have just a really bad case of hay fever, because it is my time to do that sort of thing. But you know what is horrible about being sick — life must go on.
When I was a kid and I got sick, the Queen Mum would bundle me up on the couch with a day in front of the TV, with a paper lunch bag for my tissues and a constant stream of apple juice. She’d make me grilled cheese sandwiches and soup. And she’d say “Poor Baby” and rub my head.
When I was in college and I got sick, I’d visit the clinic and the nice nurse lady would pat my head and tell me to go lay down in my dorm room for the day and feel better.
When I was single and I got sick, I thought it was the worst thing in the world. Here I was expected to make my own grilled cheese and soup. I’d bundle myself on the couch and watch TV all day. At least by this point, I had a remote control.
Now, I get sick and wonder how am I going to find time to blow my nose in my very busy day. I still make my own grilled cheese, but since I’m forgetful and don’t plan ahead for things like illness, I still need to get out to the store to buy bread and cheese. (Prince ran out last night and bought me soup — he also told me to lay down for a hour while he fed himself and Duke — bonus points for Prince last night.) I can’t bundle myself on the couch and watch TV because my son and I disagree about what is the best “mommy is sick” TV viewing. (Duke seems to think Dirty Jobs is the answer to all that ails me; I think it is some romantic comedy movie…we are at an impasse.)
And to add to my sick fun, I want to take a much needed nap. I planned to do this during Duke’s nap. One guess which one of us isn’t going to sleep and how that is affecting the other of us.
Completely unrelated: Birthday week has begun. Yesterday was a good mail day, and I promise to take photos and detail it all out for you, once I can put down the tissues.
September 9th, 2007 at 12:10 am
Get better quick! (And don’t come anywhere near me!)
September 9th, 2007 at 9:27 am
When Iget that backed up crud, whether sick sick or allergy sick, I get the greatest relief from those melt on your tongue listerine strips. Really opens up the sinuses. Hope you are feeling better soon!
September 10th, 2007 at 9:48 am
Oh I hope you feel better soon.
I’m sending you a “Oh You Poor Baby”
September 10th, 2007 at 12:44 pm
I can’t give you advice on how to quiet down the Duke (well, nothing better than dosing him with Benadryl or NyQuil). My mom used to explain that she needs to lay down, give me something to do, and ask me to be quiet for X amount of time.
Apparently, this worked. Now, you just need to get him tall enough to make the grilled cheese and soup!
Drink loads of water, and see if you can get your hands on some honey that is local to your area. A tablespoon a day will innoculate you. It sounds weird, but I swear, it works.