Nothing bothers me more than whiny people. Everytime my husband would get a cold and get whiny I would just want to slap him. When someone close to me would find out I had a cold, I would get the 'oh my god, poor you' phone call. I think this is ridiculous. I believe it is appropriate to say to someone 'I hope you feel better', but really, if it's a cold - get over it. I just want to scream at people "SUCK IT UP BUTTERCUP". I believe I have actually said it a few times to my darling daughter lest I raise someone that can't function when they are sick.
I feel like I should give a history. I did not take sick days during school. If I was so sick that I couldn't go to school, my parents would have to tie me down. I volunteered outside of school and held a part-time job while taking part in extra curricular activities. I did not have time to be sick. I still feel this way. So I begin to wonder if I have over extended myself... Because now I am whiny.
There are so many people that have real illnesses, real health concerns, things that make living their life difficult. Someone suffering from a cold or flu knows that they will get better, they just need some rest. I can't take lavishing concern on someone who will be better in a couple of days, and definitely don't want it pointed at me. Until now.
I am so sick of being sick that I want a pity party. I want someone to come bring me chicken noodle soup and say 'poor you'. Mostly because I haven't felt this kind of sick before, the pain has been excruciating and slightly frightening. I hate letting people down and getting further behind in my schedule, but it happened. I called in sick to work on Friday, there was no way I could make it through the day after Thursday which I will fondly remember as the worst day ever that wrapped up the worst week ever. I'm sure it was due to a stressful week, but has my health deteriorated to a point that it can't withstand stress?
Calling in sick one day isn't really the problem, I work enough to make up for it. However, I was to volunteer all weekend and I had to flake out. This bothers me. Usually if I'm sick, I just need a day or two to recuperate, but it's taking a lot longer than that. And while I'm sick, the state of the house is decreasing too which never takes much to happen. I can't afford to take any more time off work as with two 4 day weeks coming up then a short week before a much needed vacation, I can't get behind in my work (without adding more stress).
Yes, the obvious answer is to find a better way to deal with the stress than allowing my health to keep taking these hits. I need to eat well and make time for exercise - but jeez that's half of what stresses me out!
So this weekend, I've had a pity party - my first one. I crashed Thursday night, but in between my sobbing for relief, I remember asking my daughter if she ate dinner while she covered me up with more blankets to ward against the chills. Friday we snuggled as I was more conscious and enjoyed endless hours of My Little Pony. Saturday she had plans with her grandparents so I could watch what I wanted and I was actually able to leave the couch for short periods of time. I have to admit that my husband for once did help out and even bought me ice cream. This has never happened before so I've been grateful. I've even heard the doors on the washer and dryer once in a while so he may be doing laundry (insert happy dance when I have energy here).
I guess the morale of my story is this - even if you think you can do it all and don't like to show weakness, something may force you to. This was my time. Maybe my family pitched in and helped out because they never see me like this. And thankfully, no one has uttered the words 'suck it up buttercup' back to me.
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