Sick. Or not. Whatever. – The Shrinking Jeans of Thea


August 27, 2009 By thea

I’m not a good sick person.  At the first sign of illness, I have a tendency to curl up into the fetal position and feel very, VERY sorry for myself.

There was a time, when I was in H.S. that I was in a bad way an my mom was my nurse for about 6 weeks.

We don’t talk about that much.  It’s one of the few times I remember making my mom cry.

I’m not a good patient.  AT ALL!

This week?  I feel like a Mack Truck has ran over me, looked in the rearview mirror, and then reversed BACK over me just to make sure they finished the job.

Which means I have a headache.

I don’t know if it’s allergies (a new development for me) or an actual sickness.

I did get on the treadmill yesterday, but that’s the first time I’ve been active in a while.  I just feel like I want to roll up in a ball and sleep for a month.

Which ever mother knows is one of the WORST parts about being a mom of small children.  There are no sick days.  Ever.

I’m not making good choices.  I’m not working out.  I’m just waiting for the wave of ICK to roll on through.

And praying that my kids don’t kill each other while they are “playing”.