Remember how, on Friday I was all like “I love taking a long weekend for the hell of it”? Apparently my body was thinking that I really needed even more time off. On Saturday the flu descended on me and is digging in for a stay. Apparently it likes the accommodations a bit too much. At least I have nearly 90 hours of PTO built up, which, I suppose, is how I wound up here in the first place.
Anyway, I’ve been thinking about what it was like to be sick as a kid. Most times my gram was the one to care for me when I was sick. My mom was a teacher, so it wasn’t generally easy for her to get me from school or sit with me at home. My gram, on the other hand, was a paralegal, which left her with the ability to pick me up or take time off to sit with me.
Sometimes she would take me back to the law firm. On quiet days she would push together two conference chairs in the board room. There was a coffee shop two doors down where she would get me toast with butter and jam wrapped in wax paper, and a Veryfine Fruit Punch. If she had the flexibility to take me home, she would bundle me up on the sofa in the living room, in an orange and avocado crocheted blanket, and would make me Lipton’s re-hydratable noodle soup. I would drift in and out while I Love Lucy reruns played and the daily soaps began.
I was a very sensitive child though. There would be times where I would come down with psychosomatic illness… I would work myself into an emotional frenzy, with actual symptoms of illness that were caused by some level of anxiety. On those days I would be dropped (or left) at home with no supervision. I would find my mother’s chocolate stash (while I watched I Love Lucy, natch), give piano concerts for an invisible audience, and serve myself Diet Coke out of the good crystal.
Now I am bundled up on the sofa in a different blanket. I still have that afghan – it is in my closet. My husband is taking excellent care of me. Lots of movies, TV, and fluids. Hopefully this thing will pack its bags and leave soon. Maybe it will leave the moment I stop worrying about work… Which I think is more to the point.