So last night I had a really fun time with food poisoning. Nothing more really needs to be said about that, but whenever I get sick, I become a completely worthless human. I am the worst sick person in the world because I absolutely refuse to go to the doctor until my mother, who lives 900 miles away from me, calls Boyfriend and threatens him about taking me to Urgent Care. This has happened. Multiple times. Because threatening me doesn’t work. I know all her tricks.
But here’s the thing about being an adult and sick — the world keeps on spinning, but now, I’m in charge of my own keeping up. It’s not like grad school or work will pause while I take a few days to recover. So I gotta wake up, buck up, and just keep on going. Of course, I’m not alone in this. This is something all adults must do. I just am a little more whiny about it.
And there are definitely days (and middle of the nights) where I just wish I was a kid again — when throwing up all night meant I got at least two days off from school, and sport’s practice, and a short reprieve from homework because all my deadlines would be magically pushed back. I would watch a single movie on endless repeat when I was conscious. I would maybe spend an unhealthy amount of time reading Harry Potter fanfiction or the Gossip Girl novels for the umpteenth time.
All that said, the worst part about today is definitely having to show up for work but having to voluntarily miss ballet tonight. I would go, but I think pirouettes and nausea don’t go together. And grand allegro and no food all day definitely don’t go together. I probably don’t need to faint or puke at ballet. I am, however, scheduling in a much needed nap during this time (or I may read more of 172 Hours of the Moon).