Have you ever wanted so badly to be sick that you made yourself so?
Odd, I guess, to want to be sick.
But Sunday night that's all I wanted. To be sick so I could stay home in bed, sleeping away the hours and shutting out the responsibilities of grown-up-hood.
It took a little longer than I had anticipated, but by Monday afternoon, I was sick.
Headache, sore throat, running nose. The whole bit.
So I came home and did nothing. Just looked pathetic and relished the occasional, "You OK?" from my roommates.
Because I wasn't not OK, but I wasn't good, either. And the attention, well, the attention felt good.
This morning I tried to wake up but knew it was a lost cause. So I texted my boss (yes, that's how cool my boss is) and told him I'm be late. I needed the medicine to kick in. He texted back, "Hope you feel better." (Like I said, really cool boss.)
So I got what I wanted — 1/4 of a sick day, extra sleep, a little bit of attention, an excuse not to do my makeup and hair to the full extent of acceptability in the work place — and now I feel better. Top notch, actually. (Rock climbing followed by a hot shower is one heck of a cure, let me tell you.)
I guess I wanted to write about this whole making-myself-sick thing because I am amazed at the power of thought. The power of our minds to control our bodies. The power of our desires almost always turning into real life.
The pen is mightier than the sword.
The mind is greater than the body.
Spirituality is greater than carnality.
Is this insight new? No. Is it comforting, liberating, uninteresting, exciting, life-changing? I don't know. For now, I guess, it's just there.
(And, yes, I made up the word "carnality.")