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.

7 comments:

lalaland13 said...

It is never good when the Mayor is sick. Then the city of Bethville doesn't run as smoothly. Hope you feel better-are you staying home from work? Sounds a bit like you are.

Here, have a chocolate covered rectangular donut. Maybe it's called a chocolate bar, but that sounds like a Milky Way. I bought some donuts this morning and have extras.

I have much phlegm myself. It's not pretty at all. But I do not have pneumonia like my boss, so that's something.

Jen said...

Feel better, Madame Mayor!

I have never been quite so thankful that I control my own heat. Though when I first woke up this morning I probably would have preferred the 85 degrees.

My memories of being sick as a child consist of a lot of Tang and Sprite, plus some chicken noodle soup.

The Honorable Mayor of Bethville said...

@lalaland13: I am home from work. And my internet is now officially broken, so I'm stealing from the neighbors. WTF, man? That donut was much appreciated.

@jen: Thanks, dude. Believe me, you don't want the 85 degrees. I have rivers of boob sweat right now.

Jen said...

@lalaland: I bet the zombies have been waiting for this moment of vulnerability to stage a new attack. Mayor, make sure you have plenty of supplies and reinforce your doors!

bubblegumculture.com said...

Ugh, feel better soon. Skittles will help that.

angiesyounglover said...

first off, i'm coming over to your place because it's freeeeeeeezing at angie's right now.
secondly, whenever i would take off school, i always had to go to my grandmother's (because my mom worked) and she always looked at me like yeeeah you're not sick. she always knew when i was faking it. espionage bitch!

on that note, i am skipping classes tomorrow and staying in bed on account of this post! who's with me?

fitforafemme said...

This seems like just as good a place as any to tell you that your new mayoral photo is SMOKIN' HOT! Hot-cha-cha and a slice of apple pie.