But nothing compares to sick days as a kid, right? I had mono as a kindergartner, which is unusual, but I was nothing if not precocious. I was sick from Thanksgiving to Easter, VERY sick, and bedridden for a good piece of that time. I don't remember feeling sick, just tired. But what I DO remember is getting to lay in my parents' big bed, reading and coloring, and that they borrowed a VCR from somewhere and brought a TV into the room so I could watch The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe. And maybe Faerie Tale Theatre. And whatever other great PBS shows that came on before McNeil Lehrer - we really loved 'Frudal Gournet', which I still love and might go watch on youtube today. Here's a blast from the past for you:
As an adult, you don't usually get that same sensation of being fretted over and doted upon. To be fair, I know when Dave is sick my doting only lasts for so long before it's tinged with envy and resentment, with a splash of suspicion. But I'm not gonna lick his spoons to try to get some down time in return - it's just not worth all the catching-up you have to do after really being down for the count.
However, a couple of years ago I had a really bad virus and was absolutely miserable, and my dad brought me crayons, a coloring book, and some lottery scratch-offs. He's maybe the best person in the history of ever, and this incident will be included in his Nobel nomination, I am sure.
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