I am such a rotten patient. I want to be left alone when I'm sick, but then I get lonely. I pretend I'm not ill, but get cranky if no one says they hope I feel better soon.
And medicine? Oh my! Cough medicine makes me want to hurl, and when I take an antihistimine? Well, let's just say that when I took the kid's dose of Dimetapp yesterday it made my brain feel as if all my hair were growing inside out. I could feel my spine tingling with every indrawn breath! If I take NyQuil, I have to take it sitting on the side of the bed, because I'll be drunk on the walk between the medicine cabinet and my pillow.
The family has been wonderful, bringing me anything and everything I need and being quiet so I can sleep. I don't know what I would do without them.
It does make me feel a little guilty that I wasn't more sympathetic last week when James (my son) had this cold. Who taught that kid to share, anyway?
Are you a 'good patient', a 'bad' patient, or a 'pull the covers over your head and hibernate till it's over' patient?