I got strep throat this week. I could barely swallow, so severe was the pain. I couldn’t eat for three days. Even getting out of bed proved to be a challenge.
It. Was. Awesome.
It’s kinda sad that I’ve reached a point in life where I welcome sickness, but it’s true. And I suspect I am not alone here. These are some of the happy, if warped, thoughts that went through my head:
image 1 of 8So psyched to have a valid excuse for sleeping, or just lying beneath the covers and watching HGTV.
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image-4 2 of 8Also: A valid reason for drinking smoothies. And making my husband pick them up. He hasn't dashed out to get me food since I was pregnant. What's up with that?
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image-5 3 of 8NOW they'll see JUST how much I do for them when I'm not able to do it! Yeah!
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image-6 4 of 8Woo hoo! I'm gonna lose some weight!
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image-7 5 of 8It's a little unnerving that, as I am lying here bathed in sweat, my daughter keeps asking vital questions like "Mommy, when are you getting me that new computer cover?" Hope when I said "Can you ask me another time, when I am not on my deathbed?" she got a better grip on the important things in life (i.e., not computer covers).
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image-8 6 of 8How is it humanly possible I have no honey in the house for my sore throat, no Chloraseptic and no Gatorade but I do have enough chocolate to get me through Armageddon? Good to know I have my priorities straight.
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image-9 7 of 8Wonder what else I can make husband do. Possibilities: "Can you go grocery shopping, I'm too weak?" and "Can you fill out those school forms, I'm too dizzy?" and "Can you just give the entire house a quick wipedown? We need to get rid of the germs!"
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image-10 8 of 8Note to self: Need to get sick more often. Totally worth it. But maybe next time, a mild stomach bug will do.
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