When I'm sick...

When I'm sick...

I keep the shades drawn, and consequently have no idea how nice or bad the weather is.

I sleep so much during the day that I don't sleep well at night, which is not condusive to a successful work day when I start to feel better.

I feel guilty calling in sick to work.

I call in sick to work... unless there's something really important going on... like today's Wellness Fair at work that is about a week too late for me. But at least I got free stuff!

I can't pretend I'm not sick. At least not up close. My friend Golnar used to say I have eyes like a baby because they get all red and watery and sad.

My mom's chicken soup is always welcome.

I start to miss people after a few days. But I don't want anyone to see me when I haven't showered or washed my hair.

I'm jealous that men can put a ball cap over their hair without looking like a total scrounge -- when I put a cap on I look like a scrounge.

Pigtails are my best friend.

Documentaries are even more boring than when I'm well. Even if I care about the subject matter.

I am grateful for pajamas. I bought some cute and comfy ones for my birthday and LOVE them.

One blanket is not enough when I'm laying on the couch.

I drink less water than I do when I'm well, even though I know it should be the other way around.

I am grateful I have no children or anyone else to take care of. I don't remember my mom or dad ever being sick. I'm sure they were, but they just had to power through. I'm enjoying the "revelling in illness" for as long as I can.

It takes me a few days to remember which medication I should probably be taking.

Blog posts sound more clever and interesting in my head than they actually turn out to be.

I am grateful when I finally notice that I feel well again.

Chocolate still tastes good.