There are few things I hate more in this world than being sick. I hate that you feel like a big germ, that you are stuck inside by yourself all day so you don't infect others, and the general feeling of helplessness that comes over you when you realize you're not on your A game. I thought I was just congested and had a sore throat because there's lots of construction going on in one of the buildings I work in. But, when swallowing yesterday felt like I was trying to force razor blades down my throat, I figured it was time to go to the doctor. I knew I had strep, but I needed a guy in a white coat to tell me I had strep so I could medicine for said strep. And of course, I roll into the CVS minute clinic in my jeans, overszied UK sweatshirt and no makeup and the doctor on duty is gorgeous. Great. I look and feel like shit and this gorgeous man gets to look at my throat that I'm sure looks about as good as I do right now. The universe is so cruel sometimes.
He tells me what I already know, I make some lame attempt at humor, and I go on my merry little way. Straight to the grocery store. Now, I know I was told to stay in and not to go out in the world and spread the germ that was wreaking biological warfare on my throat, but look. My debit card number was stolen last weekend and I just got my new card Friday and I needed groceries. I ate peanuts for dinner Thursday night. Seriously. Luckily I had already made my shopping list for everything that I'm going to cook this week, otherwise I would have emerged from Kroger with only vats of ice cream in my cart because that's all I could even think of putting in my mouth yesterday. That sentence sounds utterly inappropriate but I'm tired and don't feel good so it stays.
There are few times I wish I didn't live alone and yesterday was one of them, mainly for the boredom factor. Weekends are usually my time to go out with friends and be social. They are not spent laying on the couch watching Breaking Dawn Part 2. Yes, I actually watched that movie and it was HORRIBLE. Why I decided to watch that yesterday I'll never know...probably something to do with the fact I've read all the books and seen the other movies so I felt like I needed to finish the series. I'm not good with not finishing things I start. But dear Jesus God was that movie awful. Back to the original point of this paragraph. I had friends offer to bring me whatever I needed, which was so so sweet and did not go unappreciated, but what I really wanted was company. But I don't want to get anyone else sick, and I have a big problem asking people for help, so I didn't. Like, a serious issue. Like two weeks ago I was having a horrible day and called a friend to ask them to come over and I rehearsed my phone call nine times. Because I hate admitting that sometimes, I do need help. At least the voicemail I left didn't sound all stuttery.
I guess this is one of those times a boyfriend would come in handy? Maybe? Because aren't they forced to come and sit with you when you're gross? It's been so long I've forgotten. One would also come in handy when I'm trying to zip/unzip a dress that zips up the back. It's obvious most fashion designers are men. Because their clothes are so damn complicated to get in and out of. And then we have to ask them for help taking off the dress which they automatically assume will lead to other things, all because they pulled down a zipper for us. I'm sure boyfriends have other uses than just the aforementioned scenarios, but I'm not sure I care enough to find out.
So back I go, to laying on the couch, eating ice cream out of the carton (being sick is no time to actually use bowls, psh), and re-watching Season Two of Game of Thrones. Enjoy this day since I can't.
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