Yucky
I hate people
They come to work when they are sick.
Then I get sick.
I went to bed early last night and ended up sleeping for a much needed 12 hours. I took Echinacea and have had OJ and lots of water. And I still feel like my head is being squeezed from the inside out. My chest feels like it's full of sandpaper. Whoever gave me this, I put a curse on you.
The worst part of being sick is being alone. No one gives a crap that I feel so yucky. No one is asking how I'm feeling. Or if I feel better. And no one is there to take care of me.
The last time I was sick, there was someone to take care of me. And of course he did. Because that's the kind of person he is. I would give anything for that. Sometimes when you can't breathe right, you just want someone to hold you while you fall asleep. Even if you are drugged up and drooling. And they'll draw you a nice hot bath so you can just go from the bed straight to the water. And they sit with you and talk to you and don't treat you like the gross sickie you feel like. And it just seems easier because you don't have to think about how to take care of yourself. Someone else is doing it for you.
Now I'm lying in bed watching crappy tv, wishing I at least had someone to go to the store for me. My ears are throbbing. I want medicine, but I don't want to get up. And I have class in 2 hours. And work after that. Because they hate me and won't ever let me rest. I just want to veg out and I can't. And I'm hungry. But the worst part is, no one even knows or cares how crappy I feel.
They come to work when they are sick.
Then I get sick.
I went to bed early last night and ended up sleeping for a much needed 12 hours. I took Echinacea and have had OJ and lots of water. And I still feel like my head is being squeezed from the inside out. My chest feels like it's full of sandpaper. Whoever gave me this, I put a curse on you.
The worst part of being sick is being alone. No one gives a crap that I feel so yucky. No one is asking how I'm feeling. Or if I feel better. And no one is there to take care of me.
The last time I was sick, there was someone to take care of me. And of course he did. Because that's the kind of person he is. I would give anything for that. Sometimes when you can't breathe right, you just want someone to hold you while you fall asleep. Even if you are drugged up and drooling. And they'll draw you a nice hot bath so you can just go from the bed straight to the water. And they sit with you and talk to you and don't treat you like the gross sickie you feel like. And it just seems easier because you don't have to think about how to take care of yourself. Someone else is doing it for you.
Now I'm lying in bed watching crappy tv, wishing I at least had someone to go to the store for me. My ears are throbbing. I want medicine, but I don't want to get up. And I have class in 2 hours. And work after that. Because they hate me and won't ever let me rest. I just want to veg out and I can't. And I'm hungry. But the worst part is, no one even knows or cares how crappy I feel.
posted by Ocean | 11:39 AM
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