I have an ear infection. Pain. Low-grade fever. Sleepless nights x 2, now.
There is a truism floating around that women can endure any amount of pain and sickness and suffering and still muster on in the daily grind.
That truism is a LIE when it comes to me.
When I feel sick, I can’t imagine ever feeling well, ever again. I am miserable.
I want a hand to hold and a lap to lay my head in.
[/whine] – for the moment at least.