Do you remember the days when you were stoked to be sick? I can remember being in junior high and high school and WANTING to be ill. I wanted to stay home and cuddle in bed and be snuggled taken care of by my mother. I can remember being in college even and getting excited at the prospect of having the sniffles - anything to stay home and call into my part time job.
Right now I am pretty sure I have a sinus infection, but I am doing anything possible to avoid going to the doctor. Five years ago, heck, three years ago I would have gone in at the slightest pressure in my nose and face. Now I am hoping that I can somehow pull through without antibiotics or doctor visits.
Now I am not a pretty sick person. I am not one that suffers silently. My sister and I are alike in this regard and we are certain we've nailed down the source. Here it goes - my mother is a nurse. Not only is she a nurse but she is one tough lady. When we were little if we were sick she always knew we were fine. Possibly any non-nurse mothers would have been very concerned and taken their children to the doctors and humored their ailing children. But our mom, she knew better, she knew how to lower high temperatures. Our mom had a nurse as HER mom so any doubt in her mind could be eased with a small phonecall (which I am sure was NOT very often). So my sister and I have had to make for that by being EXTRA needy and extra whiny when we are sick.
But now, being a mom myself, I'm doing anything to pull through without much ado and circumstance. I don't want to be sick. If I'm sick I can't call Sarah and tell her I'm not coming in. I'm working right through the pain. So I'm trying to convince myself that I'm just fine. But we'll see what tomorrow brings.
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