Once again, I must berate myself for being one of those people who feels so high-and-mighty when other people feel sick – outwardly saying, “Awwwww, poor you.”, but inwardly thinking, “You have an inefficient immune system. My white cells are so superior to yours!”
And then, immediately when I start feeling a little icky, I’m all, “Wahhhh. Poor me!! I am uncomfortable! I am uncomfortable!” (Which, to me, is worse than dying.)
Thursday I just felt a little off. In the morning my stomach felt a little woozy. Not a lot woozy, but enough to make me a little uncomfortable. (No!!) After lunch, my head started to hurt and my legs felt a little trembly. Again, not enough to warrant any outside sympathy, but enough to make me uncomfortable. (NO!!!) Holy cow – I am such a baby.
I actually came home and took a little nap before our staff meeting, and when fellow staff members asked if I was feeling alright, I didn’t have the courage to say, “Well, I’m a little bit uncomfortable, so no.” These are women who have high tolerances for pain, so I keep my poor-baby-me thoughts to myself.