Remember when sick was fun...

~llness is the most heeded of doctors: to goodness and wisdom we only make promises; pain we obey. ~Marcel Proust

~If you do everything you should do, and do not do anything you should not do, you will, according to the best available statistics, live exactly eighteen hours longer than you would otherwise.

~Logain Clendening

Pretty sure I jinxed myself this week :) So, I'd been planning on calling in sick yesterday so I could go down to Provo and look at apartments and talk to the financial people at BYU about a whole bunch of stuff. But I felt really guilty about calling in sick when I wasn't really sick. Ya, people do it all the time or whatever other excuse but I don't think it's right. And I would have given notice but I wasn't sure what day I could go until two days before... and that didn't seem courteous either...

So, Tuesday at work I start to feel sick. Yep, I really got to call in sick Wednesday. I'm still sick today. And I don't think I have enough sick leave hours to call in sick tomorrow even if I need to. It's great fun. Haha, but at least I don't feel bad about lying to my supervisor...

Remember when being sick was fun? Alright, it wasn't fun to feel crappy. But I got to stay home from school and watch movies all day. I got to drink Sprite in bed or on the couch and request meals and snacks because not everything sounded good. My mom would pour me a bath and put blankets and pillows on the couch for me. And whoever was sick always got full rein of the couch. Besides, who wants to sit next to a sick person?

But yesterday I really went to Provo. Even though I didn't have to go to work, life goes on. There was a point in high school when it was no good being sick anymore. I'd lay at home watching the clock knowing I would have been in stats getting a two hour homework assignment or taking that test I'd have to make up or having a review session for the mid-term. And having to go back to everything you missed and being so behind was arguably worse than actually going to school.

And then I moved to college and I dreaded the day I'd get sick. Not only did I miss all kinds of "important" things in class but I also had no one to take care of me. True, the watching movies all day without a care thing ended long ago but I had to go to the store and buy my own medicine. There was no one there to pour me a bath or bring me ice cold Sprite or make grilled cheese sandwiches.

I never got very sick at college-which was a miracle when my roommate was sick several times. But it scared me because it would have been worse than just feeling crappy.

Anyway, it's also 11-11 today!!! Haha, and I actually walked into my room and looked at the clock this morning and it was 11:11!!! So, I made a wish :) Can't wait for 11:11 on 11-11-11...