By Jill Pertler
I was sick last week. It felt like a long and miserable 12 days — and that was just Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday. I’m not good at being sick. Thankfully, I don’t get much practice. I’m one of those robust and healthy types. I like to joke that I’m too crabby to get sick; germs know it’s best to steer clear of me. So, when illness pounces, it catches me off guard.
My biggest problem (aside from the obvious one of being sick) is I have no patience for being a patient. I lie on the couch and convince myself I’m feeling better — besides the laundry isn’t going to fold itself — so I get up and throw in a quick load or run for groceries or mop the kitchen floor and before you can say,