I’m not very good at being sick. Actually that’s a lie, as this year I’ve been sick more than ever so obviously practice makes perfect. I’ve mainly had a continuous head cold (currently up to week four of the one I caught in Perth) with the occasional addition of a sore throat or bronchitis. I’m good at catching stuff, I’m just not very good at ‘being sick’ like normal people. I’m not sure what to do.
Whenever I’m not feeling well people (usually at work) say the following to me, “Why are you here? You need to go home and rest!”
Rest? What exactly is that?
Here lies my problem. I don’t know what rest up means. Am I meant to stay in bed for two days straight and attempt to sleep? Is resting all about sitting on the couch for hours watching mind numbing TV? Pumping yourself full of vitamins with a hot water bottle and a pile of Who magazines?
I find it hard to do absolutely nothing. Sure, I like to chill out and watch TV sometimes but the thought of lying around feeling sorry for myself doesn’t make me feel good at all. It makes me feel guilty. Like I’m wasting time. So I’d rather just do a little bit of work (or head into work if I’m not going to spread my germs) and keep things moving along while my body does what it needs to do.
It’s fine to sit and reply to emails if you feel a bit under the weather. It’s not like I’m doing manual labour. I can keep the house clean and tidy – and I still need to eat so a bit of shopping is okay. I just need to carry a lot of tissues with me. And my social life? Well yes, I cut back a little bit, but I’ll be climbing the walls if I don’t have human contact after a few days.
My current shitty headcold doesn’t seem to want to go away no matter what I try. Even a spot of resting (working from home for two days). I’ve avoided drinking with no luck. Getting drunk didn’t kill it off. Good food vs junky crap showed little result. I’ve eaten enough kale and other super foods to become my own nutritionist. Nada. Exercising / Not exercising means nothing – I feel more bleugh if I don’t get off the couch and surely those endorphins will kill the bugs, right? Sleeping for hours on end (almost too much sleep) vs not enough just proved to me that 10 hours sleep is heaven, but I’m also okay with six. Nothing worked. Nothing made me feel better. Another good reason to not spend monotonous hours watching Dr Phil and drinking herbal tea.
I’m still lost. Still confused as to how to ‘be sick’. Given the weather continues to impersonate Winter, I’m thinking this cold is here to stay. If you have any ideas on how I can ‘rest up’ and not die of boredom, I’d appreciate it. Just don’t text me between 12noon and 1pm, that’s when Ellen is on.