I’m home sick today. I feel terrible. I have some historic plague. It’ll be over in a few days.
But I have to tell you something while it’s here.
I am the worst when I’m sick. I go back and forth between being “Stronger” like that female pop artist I can’t remember at the moment and trying to reason with my cat that he should be a more sympathetic caregiver.
Come here and be with me, kitty. Fine, I hate you too.
Somehow, I have created a narrative that makes me sound much tougher than I am when I’m sick. It’s all because the sicker I get, the tougher I get … but when I have something petty and terrible like an upper respiratory thing (I won’t say “the i word”) and I’m on antibiotics … I just quit.
Some people get all isolated when they’re sick … they just want to be left alone. I get all needy when I’m sick … and I drag as many people as will join me into the funk of being sick.
I just married this guy. He’s awesome.
He’s gonna have a rough couple of days. I need, like, soup and all kinds of care when I’m sick. So give him your empathy, give me none and don’t judge me for how I behave for the next couple of days.