I am a mess of sickness. I can’t breathe. My throat hurts. My back, chest, joints, jaw all hurt. I have a headache. I’m dizzy.
All of the basic things that tell me, “Hey, Jen, in case you didn’t know, it’s Springtime in Kansas!”
My nose has been dripping nonstop, and I think I’ve used an entire box of Kleenex in the past day. Last night I piled myself up with 4 blankets, because I had the chills. My knees are sore, my back is sore, and I feel like an elephant is sitting on my chest.
But in all this, my mom discovered that I have become more mature.
See, growing up, if I took one dose of medicine, and it didn’t work within 20 minutes, I was NEVER taking that medicine again because it was stupid, not working, and horrible.
Today, I had taken medicine, one dose, and it hadn’t helped much. Mom said, “Well, do you need to see a doctor?” I just said “I’ve only taken the one dose! I’ll try medicine for a couple of days, and if I’m not better, THEN I will call the doctor.” She freaked out. “You mean you need to take more than one dose of medication for it to work? You mean you are actually giving it more than a 15 minute chance to make you a whole new person?”
I guess I really am growing up. Hopefully. Sometimes I wonder. Lol.