The Hidden Perks
This whole being sick thing has some perks. The flowers, the gifts, the pity parties, the take out dinners, the phone calls, etc. Lord, I never knew how freaking popular I was until I got sick. I’m thinking of hiring an assistant to answer all my emails and phone calls so I have more time for the important things-napping and such.
Possibly one of the greatest perks is not being able to clean for myself. Since I got my picc line inserted yesterday (I’m debating taking a picture of it so you all can see how smokey hot it is), I’m unable to lift anything more than 5 pounds. This means that vacuuming and taking out the garbage are out. And let’s forget about grocery shopping. It’s incredible how many people offered to vacuum for me today. Even Un-boyfriend, who is the world’s most unhelpful person in the world offered to take care of it for me. For 4 years I have been begging him to help me put up a door in one of the guest bedrooms in my house. For 4 years he has found excuses to not take care of it when he comes over. Yet now he’s falling all over himself to vacuum. I totally might have to take him up on it.
The hard part about all of this is that I’m not used to relying on other people to help me out. I’ve lived on my own for the better part of 10 years now. I’m used to doing things for myself, to being independent. Sure I may have taken some handouts from mom when she offered (like for the 7 years that she bought my groceries), but when it came time to cleaning, running errands, etc., I’ve always handled that on my own. This new dependence on others is very strange. The thought on relying on others to help me makes me uncomfortable. While everyone seems genuine in their desire to help, I can’t help but feel like I’m burdening them in some way. At least for now, this is something that I’ll just have to get used to. As strange as it may seem.
My mom and sister are coming over at some point tonight for dinner. We’re totally going high klass tonight and we’ll be enjoying a little KFC. They best get here soon as my stomach is starting to digest itself. I believe that one of them will be on vacuuming duty tonight. This probably means that I’ll be left with the kids-not that I’ll be able to do much with them as they each weigh a lot more than 5 pounds.
Tomorrow, 3D is going to the grocery store with me. I can’t even carry the bag of dog food for my tiny 132 pound dog. He was so excited when I told him that I needed help and he’d have to carry the bag for me. He’s ready to come over at 8:00 AM tomorrow to start doing chores. I might have to just buckle and let him mow the lawn. Granted, I can’t “thank him” appropriately while I have this stupid iv in my arm. But if he’s tripping over himself to do it, who am I to stop him. Right?