This week I've been sick.
So sick that I missed an entire week of work and I even missed the
football game on Friday night. For me,
that’s BIG. Before this game, I had only missed three games in sixteen years. So
coming to the decision to miss in order to stay home and get well was huge for
me. If it hadn't been for the Twitter
account that gives play by play on the game, I might have been tempted to stand
in the cold and in the rain to see the game.
Sunday I knew I was sick and I could tell it wasn't just
going to be a get over it in a day kind of thing. I had been working all
weekend and on my way home I stopped by the grocery store and the drug store
and stocked up on everything I knew I’d need for the week. When I got home I immediately crashed. When my coach came home he was scared when I
opened my mouth and a man’s voice came out.
He declared that I was truly sick. On Monday I crawled out of bed long
enough to take his game clothes to the cleaners and to go to do the
doctor. I texted my boss, turned on my
out of office on my email and went back to bed and have remained there all week.
I grew up as an only child and I've found over the years
that it has been great training to be the wife of the coach. I’m used to doing
things on my own and being pretty independent. I can take care of any household
catastrophe, deal with car issues and manage all of the day to activities on my
own. I can do it all by myself if that’s what needed. I’m great at being
independent to a point. That point comes when I’m sick. Then I like to have
someone there take care of me, check on me, make sure that I have something to
eat and drink. But, as the wife of the
coach and it’s during season, I've learned to either suck it up or do without
that someone or to call my mother. This week I did a little of both. I was independent for a few days but when my
mother called and offered to bring dinner, I didn't hesitate in accepting her
offer. She makes a great meatloaf that I’m sure can cure just about
anything. At least it does for me.
Although I've been in bed all week, the world didn't stop
turning. Knowing I was going to be sick
for more than a day I thought I had planned accordingly and taken care of most
of the important tasks for the week.
Even with good intentions, the laundry kept coming, dinners still needed
to be made and the day to day tasks just didn't stop. I had pretty much ignored all of this till
yesterday morning when the phone rang. On the other end was my coach who was
already at school. He was asking where his game pants were. I coughed and
gasped all at the same time and remembered that I hadn't picked them up from
the cleaners. The world had gone on
while I had stopped.
I crawled out of bed and threw on my lovely sweats and
quickly drove to the cleaners and picked up his game pants. I know better than
to go anywhere when I’m barely dressed and look like a mess. I was hoping to
slip up to the field house and have my coach run out and meet me at the car. What I forgot was that it was early enough
that I was going to get caught in the carpool lane at school and manage to run
into every student and coach I know while trying to give my coach his pants. I
smiled and waved and tried to keep my head down. I’m sure there were several
comments of “What’s wrong with Mrs. Coach?” I handed my coach his pants and wished him
good luck in the game and then went home and back to bed where I remained until
this morning.
It’s been six days now and it’s time to join reality again
and the real world. There’s laundry to do and grocery shopping to be done and
oh yes, the pants must go back to the cleaners for another week. Let’s hope I remember to pick them up before
Friday.
Cheering you on,
Laurel
Laurel
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