cold, day 2
Jan. 11th, 2005 05:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
truepennyOne thing I do miss about being a kid (and there aren't many), is that less-than-perfectly-hostile relationship one had with illnesses during the school year.
I mean, sure, I felt miserable. But there was also that little warm smug feeling, well back in the brain, that I wasn't in school. I didn't have to do anything, and nobody could blame me, because I was sick.
As an adult, it doesn't work like that. Rather like with snow. Snow is the childhood Get Out of Jail Free Card. Now, it just makes me worry about my husband who has to drive home in it. And now, although I'm certainly sick enough that I would have stayed home from school, and although in fact I haven't been doing anything, because the probably .2 degrees of fever I have make me light-headed and unable to concentrate, there is no smugness.
I feel miserable--and also unhappy that I can't work. There's no plus side any more, dammit.
I mean, sure, I felt miserable. But there was also that little warm smug feeling, well back in the brain, that I wasn't in school. I didn't have to do anything, and nobody could blame me, because I was sick.
As an adult, it doesn't work like that. Rather like with snow. Snow is the childhood Get Out of Jail Free Card. Now, it just makes me worry about my husband who has to drive home in it. And now, although I'm certainly sick enough that I would have stayed home from school, and although in fact I haven't been doing anything, because the probably .2 degrees of fever I have make me light-headed and unable to concentrate, there is no smugness.
I feel miserable--and also unhappy that I can't work. There's no plus side any more, dammit.
