My oldest daughter brought home strep throat last week. After two days of cuddling her and being coughed on, I came down with strep throat too. Somehow the other members of the family stayed clear of the nasty illness.
It's funny, when my husband gets sick, he usually powers through it, gets stuff done and gets better pretty quickly. But I wallow in my sickness. I want to hide in bed, I wonder "why me?", and generally feel sorry for myself. It's silly, but that's how I am.
So after feeling sick and sorry for myself for a week, I'm trying to get ready to face the world again tomorrow. Just because I've been sick and in pain, doesn't mean my world is coming to an end. I just have to keep reminding myself of that.