Super Wuss

Okay, it's official......I'm a wuss when I'm sick! I always figured myself to be strong and independent, able to fend off germs with a mere sneere, scoffing at their pitiful attempts at slowing me down....ha! I laugh in their general direction! No germ will bring me snivilling to my knees in self pity! People say, "Oh you poor thing, you must feel awful!" to which I bravely respond, "It's nothing I can't handle. I'm fine!" and then I proceed to hack up a lung, all the while wearing that not so convincing smile. Ya know, that works sometimes, but now I'm coming to the realization that I feel like crap and I want my mommyyyyyyyy!!!

I don't wanna be strong! I want to lay in bed feeling sorry for myself and have someone dote upon me and indulge my every need!
"Sniffle....can I have a cup of tea? The lemon one with Chamomille? And a teaspoon of honey in it? We don't have any? Well.....ah-CHOO! Snort.....okay, I'm sure I'll be fine without it.....cough cough. What? You'll go get some? Oh, you're too good to me! (weak smile)"

Alright, maybe I exaggerate (a little), but I am starting to feel that toughing it out is overrated. Sure I want to pretend like I'm fine because maybe if I believe it then the germs will start believing it too and give up! And I certainly don't want to sound like a whiner, but the fact remains that I'm not well! Plus I have the added bonus of every virus taking full advantage of my athsma-weakened lungs, making the simplest cold a painful and exhausting experience. So why do I expend all my energy into trying to hide how ill I really feel? We all do it.....admit it! But why?

Granted, it would get annoying if every time we asked someone, "Hey! How are you?" they would actually tell us! Ahhhh! We all know someone like that, don't we? Wink wink! But wouldn't it be nice if sometimes we could just say how we feel, let it all out and know that someone is there to nurture us back to health? I'm sure many of you do have that.....family, spouses. I have four dogs that not only suck at bringing me tea or kleenex when I need, but are perfectly content with using me as a human trampoline despite my state of wellness! They snort into my tea (that I get myself) and one likes to eat kleenex.....yummy. So much for being looked after!

What's my point here? I have no blinking idea! I suppose we all spare others of the gruesome details of our colds or flus so as not to be overly repulsive and guarantee ourselves to be utterly on our own the next time we're sick. And I imagine it's probably best if we tough it out when we have to, as long as we know we have somewhere to turn to let it all out and find comfort. if you have a spouse that isn't afraid to hug you when you're sneezy, drippy and puffy, be thankful! If you're still at home and your mom makes you french toast when you have the ickies, be greatful! If you have a close friend that sends you goofy emails to cheer you up while you're weak and bedridden, give thanks! It's those moments of being able to be a wuss that make toughing it out the rest of the time worth it!

As for me, well, I do give my dogs credit......they follow my every move and are always there to lay near me. They also don't care how much I whine! I think it's okay to be pathetic sometimes, and perhaps even healthier than always trying to be a superhero about it. I suppose there's a balance. But for now I'm just Super Wuss! fighting the evil Dr.Germs with my sonic whine and ability to lay in bed for hours, boring them to death! Haha!

Clearly the cold medication is getting to me......