Man, I’ve been sick lately! In the past two weeks, I’ve thrown up 10 times, had two migraines, and am currently working on a sinus infection. So in honor of my poor health, I will share with you a story about being sick. Aren’t you excited?
Six years ago, I was living by myself in a small basement apartment in Nashville. One night, I woke from a sound sleep with a raging case of the flu. Like, sleep on the bathroom floor because you can’t stray that far from the toilet flu. It was, in a word, horrible.
This was the first time I had lived alone, so the next morning, I realized I needed medicine, gatorade and jell-o. And there was nobody who was going to buy those things for me. I managed to get dressed, and set off for the grocery store. Where, I couldn’t find anything. Every few steps I would lean my head against the bar of my shopping cart, not sure if I could keep moving. I may have even cried when I realized that the jell-o was on the other side of the store.
When I arrived back home, I realized that if I died that day, nobody would know. It was a Friday, so my employer wouldn’t even be concerned until Monday. My landlady wouldn’t know until she started smelling something funny. So I called my mom, and told her to call me every six hours to make sure I was still alive. She thought I was kidding. I wasn’t.
In case you were wondering, I did survive. I color-coordinated my meals (red Popsicle, red jell-o, red Gatorade) and I created a Thera-flu creation that I’m pretty sure is illegal in 43 states.
I’m relieved to have friends now who offer to bring me soup when I’m sick. Even if they don’t color-coordinate.t
I had a very similar experience when I had tonsillitis one time. I had to get my prescription filled and there was no one to do it but me. I looked pretty pitiful lying on the chairs at the pharmacy. Feel better, my friend!