A refusal to be sick

I woke up this morning with a runny nose and a sore throat, and I thought (because Evan had moved into our bed at about six, so I couldn’t actually say it) “F*** this!”  Obviously this illness didn’t get the message that I Don’t Get SICK.  It’s not my nature.  Sure, I had bronchitis this summer, with the high fever and chills in the middle of a July afternoon swim party, but that was the first time I ever got it.  And sure I got mono when I was in college, but it took appendicitis to bring it on.  Because I don’t get sick.


Now I can’t get sick, with Christmas weeks away, with the shopping not done, the wrapping not even started, the gingerbread mix waiting to be used, with the house in complete chaos.  If I go down with illness, this whole house goes down as no one will do the dishes or pick up or clean up or even empty out the potty.  Not to mention my husband is battling his cold, which means he’s dying, but he goes to work any ways because it’s December, the worst month for business.  Evan and Sean now have runny noses. 


So F this!


This morning I added an ester C pill (because I’m not going down without a fight), a prenatal pill (because they’re the best), and a cod liver pill (just because it seemed right) to my usual breakfast of Rice Krispies.  I drank tea and honey.  Ick.  I’ve been drinking water like a fish and peeing like a race horse.  I vow to go to bed early tonight.  I refuse to be sick.


Yes, I know.  I just wrote a post about Christmas, and I’m about to write another post about more Christmas crafts.  But you have to realize that due to cell phone issues, long distance call screw ups, and my best friend’s crazy schedule (youth minister at a church, Christmas coming, you figure it out), my best friend and I haven’t had a decent conversation in a week or two.  And I need to talk.  My best friend and I talk everyday for at least an hour like teenagers.  Like young lovers, we always part saying how we miss each other, even if we spent the whole day together two days before, and tell each other we love you.  Really, we’d make the cutest couple, but you know . . . heterosexual.  It’s a shame, really.  Ok.  So to the next post.

9 Responses to “A refusal to be sick”

  1. Kevin Says:

    Yea, tell me about it. I thought I was gonna be sick for Thanksgiving. Lucky I used the method of sweating it out, and I felt better the morning of.

    Oh yea, please help my friends and I settle one of our many disputes at:


    I’d really appreciate it.

  2. outside voice Says:

    Oh, my dear, I hope that you have scared away that illness! And that you’re feeling MUCH better right now.

  3. ck Says:

    oh sure, you got mono from “appendicitis.” right, right. heard that one before…

  4. KathyB! Says:

    Oh, oh OH! I hope you are feeling better soon. Our household is dependent upon you for more fun craft stuff. The applesauce ornaments ROCK!

    That and I want you to feel better so you can enjoy the build-up to Christmas 🙂

  5. C Says:

    How I missed this post I am not sure…I guess I got you sick via email…I hear you about besties being far off, mine is in IL and she knows we would make a great couple *hehe*. But she is busy we rarely talk via phone, usually just yahoo messenger or myspace comments. She is in the middle of finding a new ‘love’ of her own so she is dating like a mad woman. I hope you feel better today, you are doing good by taking care of yourself…xoxo

  6. faemom Says:

    Thank you for all your warm wishes. My husband still insists that he’s dying but refuses my cure all Nyquil. I on the other hand bottomed it up and went to bed early. Only Sean has a runny nose.

    Ck: I swear to you my summer roommate had it. I actually didn’t come down with it until two weeks after my appendix removal, in December. Amazingly my husband, who I had just started dating, didn’t come down with it. But I spent my Christmas vacation sleeping.

  7. mediocreperfectionist Says:

    Did the ester C-prenatal-cod liver trifecta do any good for you at all? I’ve been tossing back zinc lozenges since Sunday. I have had mixed results. My left nostril seems to be benefiting. Sadly the right nostril has fallen victim. I swear to God that I had barely hung up the phone from setting up my first Girls-Night-Out in months before I started feeling sick. I’m going! I don’t care if I have a Bird Flu and the Ebola virus at the same time. I will partake of adult beverages without having to hide in the bathroom to drink them.

  8. Gibby Says:

    Oh, I hope you are feeling better. I think it stinks when moms get sick. I mean really, who takes care of us? No one. (At least that’s how it is in my house, I guess I shouldn’t speak for others!)

  9. faemom Says:

    Mediocre: It seemed to work, plus the gallons of liquid. Good luck with your Girls Night Out. Of course, you can use my husband and his friends cure for illness, drink, drink, DRINK!
    Gibby: Thank you for your wishes. And that was so cute.

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