Under The Weather

This is a short post, as it hurts to fiddle with the keyboard. I don't get sick often, but when I do, it's an adventure. A childlike adventure

There's nothing like illness to provide an excuse to act childish. I wrenched my back last week, and it's been stiff ever since. Not constant pain, but of I move it just so -- OUCH! -- So, through my discomfort, I fall victim to the whole "my poor little back hurts" routine.." You've probably been a witness to this... men are such strong creatures until they become blubbering heaps of uselessness.

I plead guilty to many such infractions over the years. "My back hurts" gives way to "why does my back have to hurt?," which leads to "why do I have to go through this," then "why does nothing ever work out for me," followed by "this means God must hate me an awful lot." This cycle never stops until I have exhausted the supply of pity, or I bore myself to sleep.

But to my credit, I didn't start feeling sorry for myself. Small steps, as I'm always saying. But this is a bigger step than I first thought. Instead of indulging myself, I just sat here and STFU (and when you earn your daily bread by talking, it's difficult to hold your tongue.)

Today's lesson? If you're an adult, you don't get credit for acting like an adult -- except when you're sick. Is that a childish attitude? Maybe, but what do I care? I'm sick. Thank you for understanding.

StevenK