It is December, which officially means cold and flu season. I wash my hands, eat fairly well and drink a lot of water but every year I get a cold around this time. Some people never get sick, but I always do and I don’t even take public transportation.

This year is a special case. My boyfriend came home for Thanksgiving and since he hadn’t had a day off in a month and a half, doesn’t eat well and works outside in snow he couldn’t escape a nasty nasty cold. We’re talking bordering on flu. I’m not a doctor but seeing how miserable led me to that conclusion.

Of course he stayed with me and I eventually was taken by the sickness of the year. I’m especially upset because I even got a flu shot. Before you say anything, I know there are different strands of flu and that’s why the shot is so unreliable but you would think that inserting a sickness into my body would do more for than get me a sweet Band-Aid.

So here we are, day 7 of being sick and it isn’t fun. Remember when you were a kid and being sick meant watching TV all day and not going to school? Sure, you felt like hell but it was fun. Not to mention having a parent to bring you food or the remote. Being sick as an adult is the worst. You have to miss work, which means not getting paid that day unless you have sick days but even then you feel guilty you’re not at work.

Then you’re on your own and have to do all the cooking and cleaning yourself while also still feeling like hell. My boyfriend was here at the beginning of the mega-cold so he helped out a lot, but now it’s just me and I want curry. I want some delicious, warm chicken curry because cooking sounds terrible but it’s cold and I’m lazy. I understand these are all very minimal problems, I’m not a monster, but I am sick and I feel like whining.