being sick as a lonely adult sucks.
I got sick twice this year, and both times this year I was truly on my own.
Waking up in the middle of the night to a sore throat. Itchiness hitting the roof of your mouth.
Then waking up again the first day, around 9am. You can feel more symptoms coming in. You have enough energy right now to take yourself to the pharmacy before the sickness fully settles in later today.
You place an online order at a pho shop that’s on the way back from the pharmacy.
At the pharmacy, you pick up 2 pack DayQuil and NyQuil at hand, some saltine crackers. You had to pick up your anti-depressants anyways, so you stand at the pickup line, waiting longer than anticipated because it’s 11am on a Saturday. Your nose drips in my face mask as you try to not let out a concerning cough. You check out and make your way to the pho store.
You pick up my order and head straight to your bedroom. You unpack the pho, that was carefully packaged to separate the ingredients, raw meat, and the hot broth.
After eating a few bites, we struggle to open the DayQuil. Taking a dose before attempting to sleep the day away.
We wished someone was there who liked us enough to take care of us.
But I’m a lonely adult.
And being sick sucks when you’re alone.