One day I was so sick, I asked my kid (probably 5yo) to just bring me some cereal, and he did, it tasted awful. I said I'm so sorry, I can't eat this, could you pretty please try again. And he did, bless his little heart. Same deal. It tasted salty and awful. So I got up to investigate, he had been using stock, as it looked the same as the milk we had, kinda. Hilarious story I still fondly tell today. I swear the joy from how funny and sweet that experience was cured me right up.

Laughter brings you back from the dark side, in more ways than one. Inject it often, I say.

Knowing I have lots of time off to recover, getting all wrapped up in blankets, and staying in bed with lots of snacks and tv shows. 👌👌👌

As long as all these conditions are met, depending on the type of sick, I actually kinda like it? That's super weird, I know lol

Whenever I’m sick, I’m very kind to myself. I eat whatever and whenever I feel like. I stay in bed. Watch tv. Cuddle with my dogs. Take long showers. I let my body decide what I can handle each day and what it feels like it needs. Sometimes it’s nice when my husband goes to work and takes our daughter to preschool. I’ll get tea and chicken noodle and have a day to myself to binge some tv and take naps.

I tend to want to hibernate and watch crappy TV (come dine with me), depending on the kind of sick, I’ll want to eat something like vegetable maultaschen or buttered noodles and drink tea. My husband is really great about taking care of me when I’m sick. I don’t really want much when I’m sick normally, because he just anticipates a lot of it. The only time I find myself fantasizing about a better sick day experience comes when I’ve got really bad menstrual cramps, because what would help most is not within the realm of possibility.

What I would love in a dream scenario when I have awful cramps is basically two large bathtubs lined with gardening kneeling pads, one filled normally with warm water, and one filled about halfway with cool to cold water. And I’d like to bitch and moan while changing positions and switching between them the whole time. If they’re really bad, I’d like someone else to switch me between them.

That said, he makes me cool beverages and prepares hot water bottles and cold wet towels for me. He rolls out the yoga mat and listens to my bitching without complaint, which is the next best thing, given that we don’t have any bathtubs.

Edit: I know that sounds like a gendered term, but I literally sound like a moaning dog in heat. There are no words, just HEEEENGGGGGGGGGG