The longer I’m sick, the less qualified I am to tell when I’m better. I’m forgetting how normal feels and my boredom is overwhelming common sense. I mean I feel better…
My friends all say I sound sick still and have a habit of underestimating illness.
Andre says better is a relative term.
Sure, I’m still coughing and grocery shopping for a half hour meant I needed a nap. But I’m pretty sure I’m going to live and that’s more than I could say last week. So basically I think I can go back to work now.
I can’t be trusted.
What’s the opposite of hypochondriac? Last week I went to the doctor to find out when I was ok to work. Not yet was the answer and I felt silly because he kept saying “you’re saying this is better” and “maybe we should test you for whooping cough”. I know why I wanted him to say I was better. (A sad mix of boredom and a desperate need to convince my body to stop actually being sick…totally didn’t work.) What other reasons might someone want a doctor to give them a clean bill of health? How could that go wrong for them? Happy writing.