Sickie

Why have I had all the bad luck? I must be a magnet for the unfairness of the world. Perhaps I am just the right flavor for “ruin” and “dash all the wonders away.” Life is an ass at times.

The moment break broke out, I took ill. Mac was sick first, with the nasty flu. I caught it from him and was very, very upset. I couldn’t understand why someone so sick would, rather than going home, would stay in a small house and subject everyone to an illness. He used the dishes, bathroom, hallways, doorknobs, blankets, juice containers, and everything else that I used. It was obvious why I got sick. So pissed was I. Though my dad jokingly pointed out to me that, “exactly right, if it’s someone else who’s sick, they should just journey off somewhere. Or better yet they should just crawl under a rock *laughs* but when it’s you everyone should take care of you.”

Yep that was pretty much it. I was feeling quite selfish in my illness, that and sick. I was sick for my mom’s birthday (all of Christmas eve), and then Christmas didn’t happen until about 8 at night, because I was too sick all that afternoon.

I got better later, and was thrilled to be healthy again. I had so many things I wanted to do! I wanted to see everybody. And especially see…

But believe it or not, somehow I got sick again! I got a cold this time, less horrible, but still NOT something I was happy about. Not at all. So here I am still, in bed, just a little sickie being sick.

I got a couple of visitors while I was ill. That always makes me feel better. Thanks :)