I love being alone when I’m sick.
I can wear the same thing for way too long. I don’t have to worry about brushing my teeth or my hair. I can watch crappy tv shows and movies that I’d be embarrassed to watch in front of other people.
But then, I hate being alone when I’m sick.
I have no one to remind me to change my clothes or brush my teeth (today I forgot to brush until 4pm.) I have no one to make me tea or make me food. I have to wash dishes myself (or else run out of clean pots in which to make soup.) I have no one to buy groceries or pick up medicine for me. I have no one to sanity check me on my symptoms – should I go to the doctor, or does this seem more viral than bacterial? I have no one to make sure I don’t do something stupid when I have a fever (about once every other year I get a high fever and get a bit delusional; when it’s 103 or 104 I try to do stupid things like drive, go to work, call business associates, or have sex (yep, a high fever makes me horny.))
Over all, I’d rather have someone with me when I’m sick. I found myself sobbing today. My temperature was only 2 degrees high, but that must have been enough of a fever to make me a mess, because otherwise I can’t imagine why I was crying. It would have been nice to have someone around to reassure me. My kitchen is pretty bare. I was going to go food shopping, but then I got sick. It would be nice to have someone buy food, cook it, and then wash the dishes. (In the meantime, Chinese food delivery has been a godsend.) I keep debating whether I should go to the doctor. This started very suddenly (at 4pm on Monday I felt fine; by 4:30 I was sick.) I keep wondering if it’s strep. Most of all, it would be nice to have some company. Being alone with a CI sucks, but being alone with a bug sucks too. But on the bright side, at least I know this won’t last forever.