Getting well..in my hypochondriac world…
I think that I am not alone when I recall the memory of staying home sick from school back in the day. You had to stay in bed all day – not like Ferris Bueller – although a quick romp through downtown Chicago would have been fun…. mine was more like Cameron’s stay…Kleenex and Vick’s vapor rub…a humidifier and the phone – in case mom called from work.
Actually, I had mono when I was a senior so I had 6 weeks at home…I think I was scarred for life.
I remember not being a sickly child, but some of my best memories are of being sick and staying home…there was the time my sister and I had strep (we alwasy had every illness together – it was irritating) My mom made a pallet for us in the living room floor and she brought us coloring books and a stamp collecting book and packets of loose stamps from people in her office who had traveled to exotic locales like Iran and France. I still have those stamps…anyway…what was my point? I don’t know…I am still getting better and my ears are ringing, I can’t remember my point.