During my 41 hours in Baguio during the past Holy Week, my cousin Brian infected me (yes, INFECTED is the right term since he sneezed in my direction) with the colds and cough and fever. So I was sick on Sunday and Monday, being sufficiently wasted to actually leave the office early on Monday. Before I went home, Gail brought me to her place and prepared some chicken soup for me and generally fussed over me since she was concerned over my being sick.
Prior to this, during my first karting experience, I accidentally brushed my right forearm against the engine as I was getting up (I didn't really trust the steering wheel to be able to handle my....er, gravity pull so to speak) and, as a result, got a very small first degree burn that's about the diameter of a 1-peso coin. Gail had us stop by Mercury Drug (since she was out of betadine and big bandaids at home and Doc Harry, much to his chagrin, did not carry a sample in his pocket...MEDIC!!!!!) to get some supplies then we went over to her place where she cleaned my wound, applied betadine, and put some bandages over the wound so it would be protected.
In a nutshell, she's been fussing over me as I was injured and sick in 2 separate occasions in the past 2 weeks. And I'm not used to it anymore.
It was an odd feeling to have someone worry about you just because you were sick or injured. From where I was coming from, I had steeled myself over the past year or so to not expect or depend on other people for help or sympathy (beyond the norm) whenever I was sick - and since I'm the type of person who gets sick easily but gets well easily (as opposed to some folks who rarely get sick, but when they do, are bedridden for about 1-2 weeks), I had a lot of opportunities to get used to it. Also, as a habit, I rarely if ever inform my parentals about my being sick because they just worry to the high heavens, as parents are prone to do (which often includes a mini-sermon from my dad about taking better care of myself - yes, that's how my dad expresses his love for me!). So the usual habit for me was to pop a few meds, drink a lot of liquids, and just try to sleep it out till I get better after a couple of days - no fuss.
An odd feeling it may be, since I haven't had anything like this in quite some time - but I must admit that it's a nice feeling to have someone fuss over you. Some doctors MAY argue that it doesn't do anything to make you get better, but it sure does make me FEEL better - which, in my book, is half the battle.
So a big thanks to Gail for fussing over me - you may think that you're not doing enough, but trust me - you are. MORE than enough. :)
And yes, that's definitely a good thing. :)
Prior to this, during my first karting experience, I accidentally brushed my right forearm against the engine as I was getting up (I didn't really trust the steering wheel to be able to handle my....er, gravity pull so to speak) and, as a result, got a very small first degree burn that's about the diameter of a 1-peso coin. Gail had us stop by Mercury Drug (since she was out of betadine and big bandaids at home and Doc Harry, much to his chagrin, did not carry a sample in his pocket...MEDIC!!!!!) to get some supplies then we went over to her place where she cleaned my wound, applied betadine, and put some bandages over the wound so it would be protected.
In a nutshell, she's been fussing over me as I was injured and sick in 2 separate occasions in the past 2 weeks. And I'm not used to it anymore.
It was an odd feeling to have someone worry about you just because you were sick or injured. From where I was coming from, I had steeled myself over the past year or so to not expect or depend on other people for help or sympathy (beyond the norm) whenever I was sick - and since I'm the type of person who gets sick easily but gets well easily (as opposed to some folks who rarely get sick, but when they do, are bedridden for about 1-2 weeks), I had a lot of opportunities to get used to it. Also, as a habit, I rarely if ever inform my parentals about my being sick because they just worry to the high heavens, as parents are prone to do (which often includes a mini-sermon from my dad about taking better care of myself - yes, that's how my dad expresses his love for me!). So the usual habit for me was to pop a few meds, drink a lot of liquids, and just try to sleep it out till I get better after a couple of days - no fuss.
An odd feeling it may be, since I haven't had anything like this in quite some time - but I must admit that it's a nice feeling to have someone fuss over you. Some doctors MAY argue that it doesn't do anything to make you get better, but it sure does make me FEEL better - which, in my book, is half the battle.
So a big thanks to Gail for fussing over me - you may think that you're not doing enough, but trust me - you are. MORE than enough. :)
And yes, that's definitely a good thing. :)
0 reaction(s). Add yours!:
Post a Comment