Daily Rant

As you may or may not know, I have been on this whole ‘learning about me’ thing since I got divorced. As you may also know, it turns out I am kind of an asshole. Shocking, I know.

One of the things that really bugs me is sick people. I just assume that everyone that is sick made the conscious choice to do so just to piss me off. I KNOW that isn’t how it really works, but deep in my mind that’s what I always think. Like you got the flu? That’s a shame – now, stay away from me.

This situation isn’t helped by the fact that my kids are very healthy people. I mean, we rarely get sick. And don’t come to me with that “I have a cold so I have to stay home” sob story. If you aren’t throwing up, you go to school.

They are this way by the benefit of genes and by design. My kids growing up stuck some gross shit in their mouths, crawled around on all manner of strange floors, and were for the most part kept away from hand sanitizers. I am a big believer in tolerance, and for the most part that strategy has paid off. My children do not have allergies or asthma, and have great immune systems. Yes, I know there other biological and environmental factors that play into that…but this over-clean thing mothers are doing all the time? That is a recipe for a sick kid all the time.

But people do get sick, oh yes they do. And those jerks want you to CARE.  Holy chicken soup, batman! I am  NOT your mother. If you are sick, go lay down until you feel better, I do not need a play by play or your bodily fluids or mucus. REALLY. And when your kids are sick? NOT THE END OF THE WORLD!

I am also really awkward around people are really sick, like with cancer or other constant illness. I want them to be better, and not be sick. And since I can’t do that, I never really know what to say or do.

So it is with a heavy heart I tell you – if you are sick, don’t tell me about it. My only advice is: “Get over it.”

Pity my children.

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  • Cerulean Rachel

    I miss feeling the same way you do. I honestly do. I used to be a “suck it up and shut the hell up” sort of person. I had very healthy children. I had more colds than I wanted, but whatever, it never slowed me down. Then, I tempted fate and had one more kid. Jeebus. I love the little dude… but he has a rare chromosomal abnormality, severe epilepsy- and not the “no bigs give him drugs” kind. The “every time he cries too much he has a seizure” and “every single round of the the sniffles gives him a seizure” kind… and it’s not even like he just flops around on the ground when he seizes. He stops breathing. He turns purple. We have to call 911, give him rectal valium (which stops some seizures), and do rescue breathing while waiting for an ambulance. I don’t expect a pity party or a pat on the back, and this sure as hell isn’t a pissing contest… but I miss my comfortable perch in which illness was really not my problem. Nowadays, when the flu is going around, my husband and older kids get hosed off with bleach out in front of the house, the baby wears a mask, and we stay in quarantine. I used to make fun of people like me. ;-)

  • http://amydphillips.com/ Amy

    See, this is my biggest fear. What if something like this happens to me or my kids? What if I am not caring enough to be good caregiver? And also, this is something that can’t be helped, and I really feel for you. I do. The mere though scares the hell out of me. But I think if I got down to it, I would rather have my kids with me, and with any health problems the universe throws at me, than not here and me not having to worry about illness. If that makes sense.

    Also, bleach bath? Yeah….gonna pass on that one.

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