Sick of Sick

Sunday I had an ocular migraine. I was just starting to feel better after a week of gross flu. The aura came on distorting an article I was enjoying about Angelina Jolie in US magazine. So we cancelled our movie plans and I headed to bed. Having the flu and a migraine in one week crosses a line of what's acceptable in terms of how sick you can be before everyone gets tired of dealing with you. Family members try to muster up sympathy, but you can see it's an effort. The cup of tea is delivered with a patient sigh. You hunch your way through the room and people don't avert their eyes from the television as they ask you how you are. I'm relieved that my invalidism ended before filial concern disappeared entirely.