Sick
Me not feel so good! There you have it, today I am sick. It’s one of those head feels like cotton, sinus-throbbing, sneezing, and aching flus. I don’t have a fever though. That doesn’t mean anything because I rarely get fevers. My left leg could be completely covered in gangrene and the ER nurses would still send me home due to lack of fever. In fact, the ER almost missed my appendicitis once because I didn’t have a fever. The nurses said, “Well it can’t be appendicitis because you don’t have a fever. I guess your tummy just hurts. Buh-bye.”
Just as I was leaving another nurse came in and said, “I have a bad feeling about you. I want to check your temperature one more time.” Finally my temperature had shot up and I was immediately admitted and the surgery was performed right before an appendectal explosion.
But I digress. I’m sick and I want my mama.
I do have a confession to make. There have been days when I’ve thought to myself, I wish I were sick today so I can just stay in bed and have my own needs met. It’s pure fantasy. As wonderful as it sounds it only happens when I’m so incredibly sick that I’m not coherent enough to enjoy having my needs met.
Take today, for instance, I got the kids ready for school, walked them to the bus stop, and then came home and got the little ones ready for the day. Then I drove my preschooler to school, went grocery shopping and other sundry errands, dropped a check off at the neighbors, and then picked up the preschooler and headed for home.
At home we had lunch, I discovered I had to return some defective products from the store, and then put the baby down for a nap. Since my husband works from home I then returned the above mentioned items to the store. At this point I had a few moments to sit on the couch and zone out in my achy state.
By this time my school-aged kids came home from school and the regular hullabaloo ensued. I tried to lie down for a little while but was interrupted every two minutes by a small hand patting me on the arm, followed by a question, or a pterodactyl scream to my ear. At this point I gave up all thoughts of preparing dinner and shouted to Geoff that he had better figure out what was for dinner. He then ran to the deli for some sandwiches.
After dinner we got through family home evening and scriptures. My patience was running thin so we put the kids to bed a little early and thankfully the “bedtime dance” was relatively short tonight.
So why did I not go to bed immediately after my little kiddies were put to bed? I honestly don’t know. I guess my achy brain is still wound up and this is my attempt to wind it down. How do you pamper yourself when you get sick?
Look for “Sick” by Sneaker Pimps on our radioblog.
Get better KJ! I have devious plans for you upon your recovery, which GJ can fill you in about.
Comment by Steve Evans — October 4, 2005 @ 6:00 am
Awww.
Hope you get to feeling better.
Comment by Crystal — October 4, 2005 @ 7:41 am
Thanks for the sympathy!
Comment by Kristen J — October 4, 2005 @ 8:05 am
Buck up, don’t you know those pioneer women walked 60 miles when sick, fixed the wagon, got the wood, cooked dinner and cleaned up…and you complain about a little stuffed up head. Don’t you hate it when people say and or treat you like that?
Tell Geoff to get off his _ _ _ and help out. Going to the deli for dinner, big deal! If he were sick he’d expect to lay on the couch, watch TV and be waited on.
I hope my saracasm came out in this…for real – hope you’re feeling better!
Comment by don — October 4, 2005 @ 10:27 am
I always want to be pampered when I’m sick, too. Yet rarely am. I’ve actually enjoyed all my stays in hospitals (from having babies or diabetes) because it means I get to lay around and people bring me food.
Comment by Susan M — October 4, 2005 @ 10:27 am
Too funny don, I’m going to make sure Geoff reads this. Last night he was trying to claim he didn’t get pampered when he was sick either. I just rolled my eyes and we both laughed.
Susan- Iwould love the hospital too if I wasn’t such a light sleeper. Usually I ended up getting tired and anxious due to lack of sleep.
Comment by Kristen J — October 4, 2005 @ 12:27 pm
I hope you get better soon, Kristen. It’s no fun being sick. A couple months ago I was so sick with the stomach flu I couldn’t get up off the ground. So I called my visiting teacher and had her come and feed my baby. Maybe you could call yours and have her bring you some dinner. AFter all, that’s what they’re there for, right?
Comment by Jamie J — October 4, 2005 @ 6:14 pm
This is such a familiar story. Wouldn’t it be nice to be a kid again on days like this? Last year I had the flu, and my mom actually flew out to take care of me. It was the best day of my sick life. Hope you feel better soon.
Comment by fMhLisa — October 4, 2005 @ 9:09 pm
I’m so jealous! What a nice thing fMhLisa. Today’s the day I dread. Just feeling good enough (barely)to tackle life again and there’s a HUGE amount of work to be done.
Comment by Kristen J — October 5, 2005 @ 9:59 am
I pretty much go to the ER if I have a hangnail. I want to die, but I don’t want to be uncomfortable, sick, or nauseous doing it. I am the biggest pain in the ass when I don’t feel good. And there is something about the clean efficiency of the ER nurses. I know they will put me on an IV, give me drugs and I will feel better.
I once asked my doctor if I could just live there and my family could visit me.
They all know me well there.
But, I got vertigo Saturday after the wedding (stress, probably). Miserable condition–it’s chronic for me. They gave me drugs for it.
The really sad thing about moms being sick is who takes care of you? I always take care of my husband and my daughter, but I just crawl into bed and hope I die.
A funny thing happened this time: my husband put me to bed in the guest room with the fan to cover noise and I realized I still had the cordless phone. Which is the new phone and we always leave them off the hook and the battery dies, it’s a paregoric. So I lay/lied ??? there and I called his cell on the phone (he’s busily doing dishes, he’s a dish doing guy), he can’t hear his cell (also hard of hearing).
Then I think, “who can I call? So I call my neighbor. Nobody’s home. Then I called my daughter in town, her boyfriend answered the phone (she was at work). I said, “Blaine, will you call our house and tell Bill to come into the bedroom because Arlene needs him?” …..”okay.”
The next day my daughter called and said, “Mom, what’s going on? Are you and dad fighting? Are you sick?”
I think the funny thing is my son-in-law (although they’re not married yet) thinking we’re fighting. Can you feature it, we’re sitting at dinner and I call Blaine and ask him to tell Bill to pass the salt.
Anyway, Bill came in and got the phone and hung it up. All’s well that ends well.
Comment by annegb — October 6, 2005 @ 12:42 am
Lol, that’s pretty funny. It sounds like you made it through your daughter’s wedding.
I think I have West Nile Virus or something because it’s Thursday and I’m still sick!
Comment by Kristen J — October 6, 2005 @ 7:48 am