
I miss the good ol' days when Mom would baby me whenever I got really sick. I would get to stay home from school and lounge around on the big pillow chair while she would dote on me hand and foot. Whether it was good for me or not, she was always on hand with a milkshake or Jamba Juice to ease an aching throat and brought plenty of books and movies to make sure I was entertained. Nowadays when I'm sick, I wake up the same time as always, suck it up, and head off to work just like every other day. Don't get me wrong, Richard has been a great help and has been fixing all the meals and letting me relax while he patiently waits for me to get better. But it's just not the same as when my Mom would run to Blockbuster, make a stop at the library, and make a banana shake for me, all the while fluffing my pillow and checking my temperature twelve times a day.