So it's day five of being sick and as you are all well aware - being sick blows. It's so bad, in fact, that I just subconsciously misspelled the word "sick" as "suck" because all I can think about is how much this sucks. Having someone sick in my family always creates an awful dynamic. No matter what, somebody always thinks the sick person is faking and makes fun of them - even if they're throat looks like someone throw up in it (ew this is the worst description ever, I apologize) or if their temperature reads 102 degrees right in front of their eyes. In this case, I am the sicky and Tom is the jerk who either honestly believes I am faking it or is just being an ass, per usual. It's most likely the latter.
It's not so bad though, being sick. Hopefully I'll lose some weight, which actually is perfect timing because my cousin's wedding is coming up. Another positive is that my mother is very good at taking care of me, and I honestly believe she might love me more when I'm sick. I think it reminds her of when we were little and innocent and completely dependent on her. Now we're all angry for no reason and pretend that we don't need her help when without it we would fall apart.
So here's to being sick and isolated. What more could one ask for?
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