Posts Tagged ‘Illness’

A Paraphrased Text Exchange With My Mom

January 17, 2019

Me:  (Updating her how I feel.)  Well, my order of tea, orange juice, soup, ice cream and cold medicine arrived, so I’m good for now.

Mom:  (Having her own issues at the moment.)  So we’re both just livin’ the dream today.

Me:  Absolutely!  When are we going to wake up, do you think?

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And She DID Know Because I Was The Second Person Today With That Kind Of Order

January 16, 2019

Person Helping Me With My Groceries:  How are you doing today?

Me:  (Glancing down at my order of tea, orange juice, ice cream, soup, and cold medicine)  Nobody orders all this stuff together if they’re doing well, you know.

If You’ve Never Been There, Good For You

December 3, 2018

There’s a special level of sick when you’re an adult and a parent, the “watching afternoon television” level.

It Must Be Too, Because It’s Always Been Understood

October 2, 2018

Thanks to a phone call from Dad, I just realized something about myself.  When I’m at a particular level of not feeling well and I’m asked, “How are you doing?”,  I consider a monosyllabic grunt an adequate answer.

At Least I Wasn’t Nauseous

October 1, 2018

Over the weekend I struggled with something that hit me with bouts of nausea and/or fatigue, particularly after I ate.  This morning I awoke feeling . . . okay, but, sure enough, I felt mildly nauseous after breakfast.  Since I was pretty sure I wasn’t pregnant, this still seemed like an improvement over the weekend though, so I eventually approached the idea of lunch cautiously, but with a hint of optimism.  After lunch, my thoughts went as follows:

That was actually pretty good, and look at me, not even a hint of nausea!

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz . . .

Everyone Just Keep Breathing And It Should Be Better Soon

April 10, 2018

One of the most difficult things I’ve ever had to watch is a sick child struggling to breathe and sleep at the same time, and got to do that in the comfort of my own home and with the knowledge it was nothing worse than a minor cold.

Hang in there little name-brother.  This candle is for you and yours.

A Cold Retort

January 18, 2018

What follows is an actual text exchange between me and my mom:

Mom:  “Bet you wish you, too, could be somewhere it’s 16 degrees that feels like 5.”

Me:  “It would interfere with my tea on the porch.”

Mom:  “Ouch.”

Me:  “I’m too sick to play softball today.”

Today’s Practice: Be A Better Friend To Myself

January 15, 2018

Things you say to your friends:  “Of course you’re having trouble focusing, you still have a touch of the flu!”

Things all too easy to say to yourself:  “Come on!  What’s wrong with you today?!”

Just Ask My Stomach

January 4, 2018

I think one could be forgiven for thinking it unlikely that one could poison oneself from a snack attempt consisting of only two ingredients (unless one or both of those ingredients happened to actually be poison, of course),  but one should also keep in mind that “unlikely” is not the same thing as “impossible.”

I’m Hoping To Feel Better For Real Soon Though

December 27, 2017

If the brevity of my recent entries haven’t already clued you in, I’ve been . . . otherwise occupied lately.  Some of that, naturally, has been due to the holidays, but mostly it’s been due to a cold that has proven, for lack of a better term, “scrappy.”  By my count I’m on my third round of “I thought I’d beaten this thing already!”