Monday, January 14, 2013

(Home)sick.

Being homesick and sick should just be one in the same. Let's face it; who likes to be sick away from their mom? My awesome nutritionist has informed me the answer to this is: no one.

When I was a kid, my mom was all over me--especially when I was sick. She'd bring me toast and Sprite, checking on me every hour or so. She'd let me watch my favorite movies and bring me a cold wash cloth when I had a fever.

I never really knew how important all those things were until I was sick and had to do them all by myself.

It might not sound all that bad, but take it from the girl who has been unsuccessfully trying to cough up a lung for the last week or so--it's not fun.

It has finally been brought to my attention that I have walking pneumonia. Today was my first day back at work, though I unfortunately was unable to make it the entire day (missed it by an hour). That's okay; I'm thankful for my incredible employers for recognizing today was slow and I was obviously not well and letting me go home early.

But that's not the point.

The point is: I'm a big baby and I hate taking care of myself when I'm sick. I really don't know how my mother put up with me for seventeen years. I am no fun whatsoever.

Being home for five days and not being able to do much but lay in bed and watch whatever I could find on Netflix (considering I already made it through my Boy Meets World DVD set) brought me to ALIAS.

I remember watching this with my mom when I was a kid. I can't remember how old I was, exactly. Somehow I stumbled in on her watching it in the living room one night and asked if I could watch too. I fell in love with it and that was our show; we'd watch episodes together and sit on the edge of our seats as Sydney Bristow managed to lead a triple life--grad student, CIA agent and SD-6 agent.

I realized the show still intrigues me today as I sat down to watch an episode--but mostly it reminds me of those nights in the living room with my mom.

Maybe this walking pneumonia is making me more nostalgic than usual.
...yeah, let's blame the pneumonia.

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