Ugh. Being sick sucks. I am typically an optimist. But when I get sick, that half-full crap goes right out the window. It’s like I feel like I’ll feel this way forever. I’m hopeless. It’s awfully sad. It’s also short-sighted, stupid, ignorant, and (not to mention) shamelessly selfish. 
I’d like to think that maybe the reason I lose sight of the fact that I’ll be healthy again when I’m sick is because I’m so good at living in the moment. Ah, that’s not it, though. If I was truly living in the moment, I’d be simply thinking, “I’m sick.” Instead, I’m thinking, “Oh, god! What if I feel this way forever?!” Haha….it’s pretty ridiculous, really. But there you have it. I am (although I hate to admit it) an absolute drama queen, when I am sick. Fortunately for the rest of the world, I live alone and am usually so exhausted when I’m sick, that I don’t feel like talking to anyone. So (excepting this post of course), everyone is saved from my drama.
But not me. I’m not saved by it. I’m tortured by it. I get helplessly wrapped up in it. Blah. Also, two other unpleasant things happen.
1) If I’m sick for more than a couple of days, I usually have to cancel, postpone, or find subs for any classes, rehearsals, and shows I have scheduled. If I had a “day-job” there might be a tiny part of me that thought, “Woo-hoo! At least I get a day off, I guess!” But I love what I do. And I hate when I miss out. It’s important to note that since this isn’t a “day-job” we’re talking about here, I don’t have paid sick days. So, in addition to staying home and feeling sorry for myself, I’m out the money I was planning on making. (Oh, man. This sounds super whiney)!
2) I’m a single gal who lives alone. Now, there are lots of reasons to be in a loving, healthy relationship. And I’ve got a list if ya ever wanna see it. But let’s face it, one of those reasons is that you get to take care of someone when they need it and you’ve got someone who will take care of you when you need it. There are, I suppose, some very good reasons to enjoy being single as well. But when I’m sick, there’s an awfully big part of me that would love for someone to make me some soup, do my dishes, and cover me up with a blanket.
So, here I sit, in bed, posting a woe-is-me piece for all three of my subscribers to read (Don’t worry, Mom! I’m sure I’ll be good and healthy in no time)! I just have a cold/sore-throat/typical winter-y thing. I mean, it’s not like I went to war and had my legs shot off. I’m so insensitive and selfish.
But, I have a comfy bed and a cozy home, food to eat and vitamins to take. And I even had a friend who checked in with me to see if I needed anything. So, I’m sick for a few days. Yeah, it sucks. But, if this is what I have to complain about right now, then life is still pretty damn good.
