adult sick days

…there are none.

remember waking up dizzy and sweaty, rushing to the bathroom and expelling last nights dinner maybe crying a bit, dusting yourself off and wandering into your parents bedroom at about 4:13 am? not really waking them up but also not stifling your sniffles? after a couple minutes your mom wakes up completely startled by your eerie presence. you tell her that you threw up between sobs and she walks you back to bed, turns off your alarm, and you drift off into a deep slumber free of care, knowing that you will be swaddled and taken care of the next day.

those were the days. know you fumble in the dark to violently upheave the cheap frozen meal you made yourself no less than 3 hours ago. it’s 4:13 am and your alarm will go off in 3 hours and there’s nothing you can do to stop it. you are freezing, you are hot, you are freezing, you are hot for the next 24 hours and the people at work want to talk at such a high frequency your head wants to explode. you need medicine? that’ll cost you. better yet, you have to drag yourself down the corsly lit store isles to get it. only to leave with the generic brand of some medication that takes 4 hours to kick in. you are 93% certain this is how it ends for you.