Sickness thoughts
I came down with gastroenteritis 4 days ago. Two of those first days I could not sleep and I had symptoms I would rather spare any sensitive person, but suffice it to say, it was pretty bad. Not real emergency bad, I don't think, but bad enough to look back on with a bit of horror. It is in moments like these that I realize why I have so much hesitation about moving out to live on my own.
The second day of my stomach bug was the worst, so much so, that after what felt like an eternity of shivering in pain under my covers and some redacted expulsions, I was left dizzy and exhausted, almost unable to move for the rest of the night. It was a comfort to have mom make and bring a small cup of soup up to my room that night. I don't know if I would have had the energy to even make it to the kitchen in my state.
There is a lot of pressure and anxiety that comes with living with my parents, but at the same time it comes with a lot of comforts. I think it would ultimately do me a lot of good to move out soon, but knowing it will have to be on my own because I don't have any local friends that I could roommate with feels incredibly scary. In an ideal scenario, I'd just like to live with someone who would make me a cup of soup when I'm sick. Plus, splitting rent and utilities is always a bonus.
As it stands, I continue to be undecided on what the best decision will be at the moment. Especially considering our diabetic dog who needs a lot of special care at the moment, much of which I help with when my parents are unable to.
It is day 5 of my stomach flu recovery today. Why do my eyes still feel like prunes?