When we were young, staying home sick from school was almost a good thing. Usually you only felt crappy for a few hours before you overdose on Dad’s Homemade Chicken Soup or have Mom run to the store to rent all your favourite movies. Sure, your throat is a bit sore, but when you’re on the couch bundled up in blankets, it doesn’t seem all that bad.
I hereby declare the “adult sick day” nothing like that.
On Sunday afternoon, I started feeling a bit off. By Sunday night, I was coughing so much, I couldn’t fall asleep and gave up trying at 5am and moved out to the couch where I literally lay half dangling off the couch feeling sorry for myself.
I called in sick and took a shower, thinking it would help calm my body down and make me tired. I got back into bed and was met with .. well, nothing. I couldn’t sleep. Soon I started getting chills, so I grabbed more blankets, then I would break out into a sweat. I tried to read, but I couldn’t concentrate, I tried to watch a movie, but fell asleep only to wake myself up coughing 20 minutes later.
When Jay got home from work. I was a mess, but had been lonely at home all day and was extremely excited to see him. Needless to say, he didn’t get too close.
When he finally came to bed, I was so mopey and all I wanted was to have my back rubbed, but sadly, as demonstrated by Monica in one of my favourite Friends episodes, no one is all that sexy when they’re sick.
I finally fell asleep and woke up feeling like I’d been run over by a dump truck. Calling in sick twice in a row is something I think I have done once before in my life, and after writing an apologetic email to my boss and coworker, I admitted defeat.
So, adult sick days definitely are not as fun as kid sick days. I also hereby declare that I shall drink more orange juice and remember to take my multi-vitamin every day. Forever.