How Not to React When a Cockroach Falls on You When You're Sick

 Animals, Humor, Illness, Insects, Memory Mondays  2 Responses »
Mar 282011
 

Last Sun­day morn­ing, I was reminded of what I hate most about being sick: Feel­ing like you don’t want to do anything.

I have very lit­tle free time,  so I look for­ward to Sun­days when I nor­mally have a few hours to do what I want to do, which usu­ally includes some read­ing, writ­ing, and sync­ing my iPod or some­thing.  As it turned out, the well­ness  gods con­spired against me, because I woke up feel­ing fatigued and it never improved.  I lay in bed and con­tem­plated read­ing, but I couldn’t focus.  I didn’t feel like writ­ing, either, so I just lay there and thought about how unfair it was that I had free time, but didn’t feel like doing any­thing with it.  And after lying in bed all-day, I went to bed early, so I might feel bet­ter to go to work the next day.

I didn’t feel much bet­ter when I woke up at 5:45 a.m.   I’ve never missed a day of work at my cur­rent job, so I had an incen­tive to go in, but I felt exhausted.  So as I’m lying in bed, con­serv­ing my energy and try­ing to deter­mine if I could actu­ally make it into the office, when I feel some­thing fall on me and scurry between my legs.  On the plus side, the sur­prise cer­tainly got me up and out of bed.  I flipped on the light just in time to see a cock­roach dive off my bed and dis­ap­pear behind the headboard.

Nor­mally, I try to be zen about insects and offer a live-and-let-live atti­tude, but I’m afraid that I had to beat this roach to death with a shoe, which com­pletely burned up the small amount of energy I had con­served by remain­ing in bed all-day Sun­day.  I ended up call­ing in sick for the first time at my cur­rent job.

I stayed in bed all-day Mon­day, but I felt so bad that I couldn’t really sleep.  I went to work on Tues­day, but only lasted three hours, before I came home and went back to bed.  I lasted through the end of the work day on Wednes­day, but came home and went straight to bed.  I was exhausted.  Thurs­day evening was the first time that I didn’t feel that I needed to go imme­di­ately to bed.  I still sound like Marge Simp­son after an all-night tequila crawl, but I feel much better.

What do you hate most about being sick?