Reaching for Wellness
Spent the last two days in bed with some sort of miserable cold/flu demon. It's odd: the older I get, the less "violently ill" I get. Instead, I end up with these muddling storm clouds that slowly wear me down until getting out of bed seems horrifying.
It might also just be a side effect of living on my own. When you're a kid, you aren't Officially Sick until declared so by a parent or school nurse, so illness as a kid always comes with the secondary goal of Convincing Someone That Your Insides Are Falling Out. It's such a strange adjustment to realize that you can just declare yourself Officially Sick whenever you feel like it, actually sick or not, and it is this that robs it of some of its magic and high drama. I guess it's also nice to be reassured that your terrible intestinal troubles are in fact valid.
I sometimes find myself trying to convince my boss of how sick I am feeling, and always feel some sense of disappointment when she just takes it at face value. Not having to seek permission to stay home is disorienting.
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It might also just be a side effect of living on my own. When you're a kid, you aren't Officially Sick until declared so by a parent or school nurse, so illness as a kid always comes with the secondary goal of Convincing Someone That Your Insides Are Falling Out. It's such a strange adjustment to realize that you can just declare yourself Officially Sick whenever you feel like it, actually sick or not, and it is this that robs it of some of its magic and high drama. I guess it's also nice to be reassured that your terrible intestinal troubles are in fact valid.
I sometimes find myself trying to convince my boss of how sick I am feeling, and always feel some sense of disappointment when she just takes it at face value. Not having to seek permission to stay home is disorienting.
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