Sick Days

I hate being sick. I especially hate being home alone sick. Being sick is only nice when my Stephen takes care of me. But I didn't even bother trying to convince him of that today. Getting older and gaining responsibilities means we can't really drop everything and take a sick day. Or at least he can't. He has to go to work, he has to fulfill his responsibilities, and my illness doesn't merit dropping everything to watch movie all day with me and keep an eye on my temperature.

This whole getting older thing isn't so fun sometimes.