I don't enjoy being sick. I don't think anyone does. And after 5 years of avoiding it, I finally have covid. It has been a rough 48 hours but I'm feeling better today. Just incredibly tired right now. Anyway, normally when I get sick, I get depressed. But I'm not this time. I am in a relatively good mood for feeling like complete crap LOL
But I've been thinking about how being sick when I was growing up was never a scary time for me. Mom was a great nurse, and she always made us feel cared for. In the late 70s and early 80s, we did, in fact, have the saltines, ginger ale, chicken noodle soup and The Price is Right to cure whatever ailed us. That and love almost always seemed to work.
While I have all of those things in stock just in case, I doubt that they cure covid LOL. But that's ok. I'm taking things slowly and will be better. It is just nice to remember being taken care of back in the day. It's comforting.
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