I am down with chicken pox. It's really odd getting it at this age and the discomfort of having blisters in weirds parts of your body can be very, very annoying!! I mean, when you are young and don't have body issues you can be all whiny and demanding and ask your mom to scratch that certain part of your antamoy that you can't seem to reach. But now, at my age, all I can do is lock myself into solitary confinement, try to ignore all the itchy parts, watch dvds on laptop, read trashy romance novels and wallow in self-pity!
But what's most annoying is the way people are reacting to the news. The very first irritating question that I'm being asked is "How did you get it?" How the hell am I supposed to know how I got it!!!??? May be I was dancing naked in a vat of chicken-pox virus two weeks ago - yeah, that's how I got it!!
Then comes the next question - "Who's looking after the kids?" Hello? Who do you think is looking after the kids? Who can possibly look after the kids?? They haven't been packed off to an orphanage yet - their father is still alive!! Anyone who knows me knows that spouse is helluva lot better at parenting than I'll ever be. In fact, if I keeled over and dropped dead this very moment, my children probably won't even know that there has been a change!
The third and the deadliest question is "Do you want some food?" How do I even begin to answer that question? I have blisters in my mouth and zero apetite. I haven't stepped out of this room in five days. But when I see spouse and the babies, the certainly don't look like they are starving. No thank you, I don't want any food. Then there are those well-meaning friends who said they'll drop off food whether I wanted them or not, and guess what, they haven't. Good thing that I didn't planto feed my family on the promises of these generous donors!!
I know, they mean well and want to help out - and everyone's busy with this thing called life. I'd have been happy with just an email or a text message or a post on my wall in Facebook saying Get well soon.