My Sickness of Choice

Now that I am fully recovered from my recent sickness, I have a lot of thoughts on the subject.  Really, the stomach sickness is my preferred type of sickness*. And here's my top five reasons why:


5. I think it shrunk my stomach.
Yesterday and today I have not eaten much.  This morning I ate my normal breakfast and then wasn't hungry until 1 p.m. That's unheard of. Usually I'm about ready to gnaw my arm off by 9:30 or 10, which is when I turn to my trusty snacks.  Today I started back on my exercise routine, though, so I bet my appetite returns tomorrow. And while I do not, in any way, endorse bulimia, between the up-chucking and the not eating anything, surely I lost some weight. I won't know until Friday when I weigh-in, but here's to a sickness that could potentially help with weight loss!

4. You get a little sympathy.

Everyone knows exactly what you're going through and gives you heartfelt sympathetic reactions when they hear. Of course this also means you have people who will avoid you and anything you've touched for two weeks after, but I've got to respect that. No one wants to get sick.

3. I was definitely sick.
I have this thing where I feel guilty about calling in sick to work. All day I spend wondering if I should be at work, if I could be working through the hacking/sneezing/itching/exhausting symptoms of a cold or if I was right in staying home.  But when you have validation that you are sick coming out of your esophagus every few hours, you know you were right to stay home.

2. It doesn't hit me very often.
As I was staring at my toilet** throughout Sunday night, I started thinking about how often I had used it for this, most disgusting of disgusting uses of a toilet, and I think it was only once before.  That means I've only thrown up once in four and a half years, if my memory serves, which of course, a lot of times it does not.  Regardless, it's not bad.

1. 24 hours and its over.

Once I made it to 24 hours, it was like I was a new person.  I felt completely fine yesterday, even rested.  I ate cautiously, but that was because I was nervous, not because I felt bad.  This totally beats cold-like symptoms, where you mope around for days or weeks, sneezing, blowing your nose, coughing or just feeling like you've been drug around a truck.  Wham, bam, no thank you, ma'am.

So while all sickness is no fun, I'd much prefer to deal with this every few years,*** then the perennial cold.   What do you think? Am I crazy?

*Under no circumstances are you allowed to remind me of this post the next time I have the stomach sickness and say, "But Jill, isn't this your preferred type of sickness?" Sarcasm will not be tolerated while I am puking my guts out.  
**If you are offended by the graphic nature of this post, I am sorry.  But also, you could just be glad there are no pictures.
***If you think I am offending the stomach sickness by being a bit too cheeky a bit too soon after my encounter then pray for me. I'm a little nervous myself.