Men and women supposedly react very differently when sick. I don’t like to sort people into groups, but this is what I’ve witnessed in my family:
Sick Dad: *feeble voice* i am so sick. i am dying. want me to cough for you?
Sick Sister: I will not get sick. I will sanitize ALL THE THINGS.
Sick Mom: I’m sick? Oh.
Me: I HATE ALL YOU PEOPLE! *curls up, growling* STAY AWAY!
Yes, I turn into a freakin’, raging LUNATIC. And guess how I’m doing right now? You guessed it: I’m a freakin’, raging LUNATIC. Achoo. Bless me…THEN LEAVE ME ALONE!
^^Okay, so I exaggerated maybe just a little (at least, with me.) If Rach or I get hurt, we’re EXACTLY that. I mean, you just stubbed your toe. The last thing you want to say is “I’m OK.” No, I want to scream profanities. I am NOT OK. I am the polar OPPOSITE of OK, okay?
But when I’m sick? Right now I just want to curl up with a book. Sadly, life will not let me do that. I have to adult. I do not want to adult. *sobs*
Keep your pen on the page…and please pass the tissues,
Beth
Beth Overmyer 