Earlier this morning I wrote a long, incoherent post about being sick and single. I’ve had this damn cold for ages now but, contrary to the common logic that single people have no one to take care of them, I’ve been blessed with friends who have volunteered to come by and take care of me, over and over. I’ve said no because I didn’t want anyone to catch this ridiculous cold.
Anyway, it was long and babbling because I really am not feeling well and my brain is all fuzzy. Yeah, that’s my excuse. So, I decided not to post it. Before I killed it, I took note of the posts that popped up at the bottom of the page, where it says, “You might like”. One of them was, “When Independence Sucks.” And that post is all about how hard it is to be sick and single. And how, when I’m sick, I think it might be nice to have someone to take care of me. To deal with the health insurance and the pharmacy and the cleaning, etc.
So which is true? Well, the truth is probably somewhere in between. It would be pretty freaking awesome to have someone to help me manage my life when I’m dealing with serious health issues. That person could be a husband, but hell, that person could just as easily be a trusted personal assistant if I were lucky enough to be able to afford one. But I don’t really want to be nursed or tended to, even when I’m very sick. I kinda see that as an extra burden, having someone asking me if I’m alright every 25 minutes. I’d just rather be left alone with silly things to watch on tv/my laptop. Or just, you know, be sick.
Here’s my final incoherent thought for the day: I find it somewhat disturbing that so many folks out here in the blogosphere are more concerned with building their personal brands than telling real stories of their lives. Reality is messy and full of contradictions. But brand building requires consistency and repetition. I’ll stick with messy.
Tags: health, Sick, truth