Being Sick.

So Matt got back from Germany with a cold...he said he got it in Munich during Oktoberfest which is to be expected with all those drunks walking around breathing on each other. Needless to say he passed it along to me. There is a funny joke comic I once saw about men being big, huge, babies when they are sick but sadly enough...in my world...it is I who is the big fat baby. I blame my mom! She babied me way too much growing up and waited on me hand and foot especially when I was ill (I blame you mother, but I still am happy it happened!). Anyways, now that I am in my adult life traces of my childhood behavior definitely pop up when I am feeling under the weather. TRUTHFULLY- I really do have a viral infection but it's not like I am on my death bed. But I have had to leave early from work most days and went to the doctor once. During this time of being sick I frequently wander into the bathroom, stare at myself in the mirror, and moan. Then I go lay on the bed and call the dogs and tell them how sick I am. When Matt is around I sporadically cry and whimper saying I will never be well again. I was closing up the blinds at night and Matt asked if I shut the window- I went to put my hand on it and then walked away slowly saying I was too weak...I went on the couch and whimpered. I lay on the couch bundled up and text message all my friends about how sick I am hoping to get sympathy messages- it works. I watch say yes to the dress marathons while sipping tea and Matt patiently watches the show too, I think he may be getting into it. The thing is...although I may be acting a little dramatic in my time of sickness...it has made me think over, and over, and OVER again how much I take my health for granted. Man, I have a sore throat, headache, runny nose, and cough and I feel this down?? Imagine having cancer or a permanent ailment...it just made me realize how truly from the bottom of my ever living soul thankful I am to be for the most part healthy and well. I am sure Matt lays in bed and thanks god for the exact same thing. I am so lucky to be able to open my eyes every morning, breathe out of my nose, get up on my two feet, get ready and head on out to work each day. I can't ever forget that and I will try each day not to. 
As for Matt he has been the expected perfect angel but I think deep down he knows he brought this international bug back to me and I didn't even get to enjoy the fest! For that, he will be watching at least 2 more days worth of TLC re-runs of Say yes to the dress and telling me which style dresses he likes best.