I haven’t been sleeping well for the past 5 or 6 days. Waking up overheating while boy lies next to me freezing… he was sick. I suppose he had an excuse. All this time I’ve had to be awake because he’s awake listen to him feeling sick and just wishing for some sleep. Finally, last night, he gets to sleep and what happens? The cold passes on to me.

So he sleeps soundly while I lie awake feeling my eyes, nose and throat drip whatever fluids they happen to be… then I had to think about what those fluids just might be made out of and just how gross my face could be at that particular moment.

That very thought just made me run upstairs to get my best friend – box of tissues – well, that thought and the fact that my snot may have dripped down my chin if I hadn’t.

The thing is though, I’d kind of hoped for it. Being sick means time away from work, excuses to lie in bed for hours on end and watch whatever I want and doze just because I can.

While I’ve been in a half daze, in between husky, itchy coughs and running nose I’ve been eating and eating and eating. I think I may be the only person that does this. Most people I know shy away from food when they’re sick buy I crave it. Anything to get rid of the sinus issues.

And for a while it works.

How about you? Would you rather die than eat when you’re sick or do you find yourself going for anything and everything you can get your fingers on?