For me, the last week have involved little sleep and lots of drugs.
And, no, it has nothing to do with a rave or some wild party. I’ve been battling the flu season like a pro (like everyone else, it seems), and it has been nothing short of miserable.
With the sniffling, sneezing, coughing, laryngitis (hence the reason I’m writing, I can’t talk) fatigue and a host of other ailments, not even my cats want to be around me, let alone other humans.
Wow, what a drag it is being sick.
All of this hacking up a lung and downing cough suppressant, salt water gargling, now a steroid had me thinking about how being sick really can turn a hot romance cold in an instant (sorry, hubby) — not that I have to worry about that, but some of you might.
And even if it’s not a steamy romance, being sick can be a downfall to any relationship.
While I deal with no voice on a daily basis, the cold I have dealt with really threw my social and work lives for a loop. As somebody who works 12, 13, 14 hours or more days, I found myself in my bedroom by myself so I can’t talk to no one (this of course is after I work all day). I think nothing is worse than not being able to have a conversation. I would have rather given birth again.
For what seemed like eternity (1-week), my bedroom is becoming my most familiar spot, occasionally moving to the bathroom or office for a change of pace. I’m being honest right now; I’m making fun of this situation. I don’t get sick often and this is ridiculous!
Had it not been for Facebook, Twitter and television, I’d have lost track of the world. Admittedly, I kind of did lose track of the world for much of a 12-hour period during the five or six days I really felt sick.
Conversations with friends halted, few e-mails were exchanged and blogging is kept to a minimum.
But I am a lucky gal; my husband is the best care taker for me. He has gone over and beyond of duty helping with the Little Miss, getting my prescribed medication, he would fetch an ice cold glass of water when I needed one, remind me to take my medication after the eighth hour was up. I have to really pay back this favor to him someday since I’m more like — “Get your own damn water,” “How long are you going to pretend you’re sick?” Haha…may think I’m kind of mean but that I know I have said before. Love you baby!
Being sick doesn’t make you feel sexy, so I can’t imagine many boyfriends or girlfriends — or married couples, really enjoying their partner catching a cold or the flu. There could be several days of sleeping in separate rooms, no date nights or snuggling on the couch. I can’t really see sneezing and a running nose being a turn on. Maybe it’s just me?
Okay, enough with all this banter and complaining–that I dislike but want to get my point across and this maybe the only way.
Getting sick can actually be good for us. It allowed us to slow down and realize that before you do anything else, you need to focus on yourself (this is something I do very little of), and also forced on trying to rest more than you would when you’re not sick.
This is something you may also want to have in your goals for the New Year, try to slow down and smell the roses. If you can smell that is! But in all seriousness, if you feel run down and sick a lot think about what you have been doing and what is not working for you. You are top priority, if you are a mom, dad, caretaker, grandparents you need to take care of yourself before you can take care of others. I’m just an example, I can’t even parent my child because I have no voice and she is too small to understand why I am sick. So for me my goal for the New Year is to take more time for myself and more time with my hubby (we also need that).
I have to think though, it sad I have to wait until I get sick to slow down and think about taking care of myself. But, maybe the next time I get sick, I’ll have to find myself a weekend getaway somewhere warm with a king-size bed and fancy pool, instead.