From My Sickbed
Tuesday, September 27, 2016
There should be a rule that if the mom gets sick then no one else is allowed to get sick as well. Just once I want to get sick all by myself. I want my family to soothe my fevered brow, bring me countless cups of tea, and insist I not get off the couch.
I'm living in a dream world, aren't I?
Instead what happens is that the cold (yes, we are only talking about a cold but, in my defense, it is a particularly nasty one) starts with my daughter, moves on to my son, and then hits my husband and me at the same time thus leaving no adult to care for the everyday concerns. We both feel miserable, we both want to sit on the couch, we both get grumpy. Don't you wish you knew me in real life now? We sound so appealing.
My daughter went off to school today saying that she thought she might be getting another sore throat. Do you think she might be starting a whole different cold? The mind boggles at the misery.
But right now I am sitting on the couch, I have a stack of books next to me, and I know my husband will make me tea if I ask him to. I am just going to ignore the five loads of clean laundry that need to be folded, the five million stuffed animals on my living room floor, and the dust bunnies under the coffee table .I am also going to ignore the slightly panicky feeling because my schedule is messed up for the week. I am going to read my books and relax until the kids get home and I have to return to real life.
What do you read when your head is so stuffed up you can't focus? If you are me, you do a lot of rereading. Right now I am reading The Talisman Ring by Georgette Heyer. I always read Heyer when I am sick. There is nothing like Regency England, witty comebacks, and fraught love affairs to make you forget your misery. I have The Toll-Gate on the pile as well. I haven't read that in a long time. I also have Gaudy Night by Dorothy Sayers. Peter Wimsey will brighten any day. I can pretend I am punting down the river in Oxford with him, looking frail and interesting instead of red-nosed and puffy-faced. Of course, the witty comebacks would be mine in this case. I would enthrall him with my intelligence and Latin tags. (I think I might be feverish) Lastly, I have All Creatures Great and Small by James Herriott. I read these books so many times when I was younger that I practically have them memorized and I had to stop reading them for a while. I just recommended them to my animal loving daughter so I thought it might be time to pick them up again. His books always make me want to travel to Yorkshire. I can plan an imaginary vacation when I need a break from reading.
I think I need another cup of tea. And I'm out of Kleenex. I maybe could be persuaded to eat a little something...
What do you read when you are ill?