I Hate Being Sick
Posted on Wednesday, April 15, 2009 by Julie O'Keefe
I hate being sick. After waking from a NyQuil induced sleep to a scratchy
throat and a stuffy noise, I hate to admit that I was the smallest bit grumpy
and upset that I was feeling under the weather. I hated being sick as a kid yet,
somehow I hate being sick as an adult even more. I look at the benefits of being
ill during childhood:
Getting out of school - Quite possibly one of the only times that you will be
carefree about missing the work. Somehow as an adult missing work or even class
as a college student looses its appeal. The extra work you need to make up or
the loss in pay tend to decrease your ability to rest fully. I always argued
with myself over how sick I truly was and if it was enough to warrant calling
in sick. How sick do you need to be in order to call in sick? There seem to be
too many questions and guilt associated with using the 'sick time' that you have
worked so hard to accumulate.
Medicine - How does this change so drastically? Gone are the great
grape flavors and the easy to swallow liquids. Sadly, the horse pills and
rubbing alcohol smells have replaced them. I laugh at the 'cherry' or 'mint'
flavors that they jokingly put on the adult bottles. Have they tasted their own
products? I don't think so.
Mom - One word depicts being sick as a child perfectly. The bliss of having
someone around to care for you. Is there really anything better than having
someone bring you your medicine, making you soup, and tucking you in? The
wonderful way that the soft rubbing on your back makes the pain disappear. It was so
much easier when our own responsibilities were small or even nonexistent. The food no longer makes
itself. The medicine does not walk itself to the bed nor does it magically show
up in the medicine cabinet. Ah, the wonders that is Mom. How I miss the days of
the past... I miss you Mom!! |
