Monday, November 15, 2004


To me, the worst part of being sick is not remembering what it was like to be well. When I catch a cold, or say, a really fun stomach virus, I crawl into a shell, cut myself off from the world and try to remember what sunny skies and a non-churning stomach feels like.

Perhaps its the self-inflicted isolation; however, even my own mother wouldn't come into the house - she just left some supplies on my porch (which I do appreciate; I was in NO shape to drive that night).

But the funniest thing is how when I'm really sick, it becomes the norm. I think wistfully about being well, only remembering that it was better than how I feel at this moment. Generally, my stomach rumbles in agreement.

Returning to work today, people gave me a healthy distance in the halls. Plague. Infected. Unclean. Avoid contact. All that was missing was a biohazard sticker over my cubicle.

But even though I'm feeling better, part of me still clings to illness. As I picked at my lunch, I carefully monitored my stomach, wondering if it would turn against me again. It didn't. The sickness lingers.

In a few days, I will have forgotten all of this. I'll eat chicken for dinner and not worry about Immodium, Tylenol and NyQuil. But until then, it's soup, crackers and Gatorade for me.


Michelle said...

I'm completely sympathetic to your situation. I had it last week. It took me a full week to feel back to normal. I hope you feel better. :)

Brian said...

Thanks for the kind words; I finally started really feeling better today. That bug was seriously no fun. I'm glad you were able to beat it too.