Wednesday, November 19, 2008
As I Lie Here Sweating
It's hot in my apartment. Really hot. Every winter, the building super cranks up the temperature to unbearable levels. It's 30 degrees outside at the moment, and although I have the windows wide open, it's still a toasty 85 degrees in my bedroom.
It doesn't help that I've caught some sort of strange cold. As far as colds go, it's being terribly polite, like it's not trying to inconvenience me too much. I haven't had a fever. I'm not congested. I just have a sore throat and I cough every few hours or so when the phlegm begins to overwhelm my bronchial tubes.
"Don't mind me," the cold says, and tiptoes to the kitchen to make me some tea.
Or maybe that's my meds making me hallucinate.
I hate being sick. Really more than anything, it's just extremely inconvenient. As I'm a person who runs her life on routine, anything that disrupts my routine makes me very upset. Now that I'm an adult anyway. Being sick when it meant missing school was awesome. Unless I wasn't awake to enjoy it.
After my mom went back to teaching, it was usually my dad who took care of me when I was sick. And while my dad is a great dad, his "dealing with illness" skills were limited to flipping the washcloth on my forehead over to the cold side, putting on movies to keep me entertained, and heating soup. Then, he would go out and do his chores, and I would see him again at lunch.
I would lie there and watch the movies he picked out for me. Terminator, something of the James Bond persuasion, or Die Hard. Usually the next day, I would go back to school, completely recovered with my head full of exploding things and rubbish. There was one time when I missed an entire week of school. That was when I saw the whole Dirty Harry series.
Nowadays, although I would like to lie on the couch and do nothing but watch all of the Dirty Harry movies, I know that I need to spend the day writing and catching up on things. Just from a more reclined position so I can pretend I'm actually resting.
I just wish that someone would heat me some soup. Or bring me some Skittles.