Sickie

One of the things I dislike most about being an adult is getting sick. Let me count the ways…

(1) I don’t like when I’m sick enough that I need to miss work, because this means I have to use up leaves (if I do have any) or go without pay for the days I miss work when I’m not entitled to paid leaves. It also means I need to catch up with work when I get back after a sickie.

(2) As an adult, I am expected to take care of myself when I am sick. That means taking care of all my basic needs even if I am not feeling well. This includes preparing food for myself, keeping the place clean and organised, and even laundry still need to happen. It’s challenging to manage one’s energy to be able to do all necessary domestic things when you’re not feeling well.

(3) Going to the doctor or the hospital is now typically a solo activity. No one is expected to take you to the hospital. You’re lucky if you have a good friend or a family member who is available and willing to go with you. Otherwise, you drag yourself out of your house, drive yourself (if you have a car) or take the public transport to the medical centre or hospital, and do the same going back.

(4) In addition, going alone to the doctor or the hospital means that you don’t have any emotional or moral support for anything that you may find out about your health. Maybe the closest alternative is having your family or close friends reachable by message or call on your mobile, but of course it isn’t the same.

(5) Missing activities and events when you’re sick is not fun. Sometimes even if you’re able to go, you can’t enjoy it as much and you usually have to leave early because you are not feeling well. Total buzz killer.

(6) Medicine and other related stuff are expensive! Even with health insurance, some consults and treatments also cost a lot. And as a responsible adult, you are now in charge of paying for all my own expenses. Goodbye shopping money.

(7) It’s always hard to decide if I’m too sick to go to work or to go somewhere or if I am well enough to do so. But I don’t have another adult to decide that for me, I am my own adult and I have to wrestle with myself to figure it out.

But most of all, getting sick never really feels good. No matter what illness – whether the usual colds or flu, body pains, injuries, short illnesses or persistent ones, minor conditions or acute or serious conditions – it’s always bound to make you feel bad.

And if you were wondering why I write about this, I am sick right now. Nothing serious but a whole lot annoying, and I’ve been semi-stuck at home for the past week. I’m doing my very best to be well enough to get to work tomorrow. I must.

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