Sick

Sometimes I'm a trooper when I'm sick. I sat through numerous rounds of Rummy Royale with a kidney stone and even won a few hands; I studied for and took a 2 hour midterm, essay style, with the flu and passed with flying colors. Other times, I'm quite the baby when I'm sick.

Last night my temperature spiked suddenly. After a day of feeling achey and sore throaty, this was the final straw. After Lucy went to sleep I laid on the couch, whining. I whined for a glass of water, a straw for the water, for Alan to move the water closer to me, for some soup, to watching something other than PBS, to turn up the volume so I could sing along to the karaoke show with Wayne Brady.

After my fever kept climbing I thought "I should take something" only to find we were out of every pain reliever. Once I talked myself out of downing an entire bottle of baby Tylenol, I found one little generic acetaminophen tablet rattling around in the medicine cabinet. I took it with thanks and was comforted when a few hours later my headache subsided enough for me to sleep.

So today the fever is gone but I still feel pretty rotten. But I'm back to being a trooper about being sick, will push through my responsibilities and get my work done complaint-free. Thanks to Alan for letting me whine it all out last night :)

"Great events make me quiet and calm; it is only trifles that irritate my nerves."
- Queen Victoria