Down and Out

I don’t do sick.

I just don’t. It’s something that I learned working for a chiropractor. Just don’t do it. Don’t do sick.

Overall, I’m a healthy person. No flu shots. No colds. No sick days. I was the kid that strived for perfect attendance every year in school. Maybe I’d have a cough here and there but that’s usually about it.

Until this weekend.

There was no Elderberry in the world that could have stopped the proverbial bus from running over me this weekend. I don’t even have an appetite and haven’t worked out in a week. That’s when I know things are bad! But what about work? Who was going to take Ben to hockey and basketball? I don’t have time to be sick.

Generally, I don’t like to ask for help. Living the single mom life was something that I chose and it’s a decision that I stand by to this day. I have so many people around me that are willing to help when I need them. That is just one of the many benefits of having a big family and a super supportive group of friends. Do yourself a favor and find your tribe. Anyway, back to the story. Asking for help is just not how I roll. I like to make things happen on my own. For better or worse, that is just who I am.

 When I woke up on Saturday morning, I was faced with a day of basketball, hockey and work. I had a decision to make. Do I take some cough syrup and tough it out or turn to my village and ask for help? I love watching Ben play sports and our weekends together are special. But I will be of no use to him if I end up in the hospital.

 So, I did it. I asked for help.

My mom handled the basketball game and was impressed with how much Ben hustled. And I napped. My dad took Ben to hockey and spent some quality time with his only grandson. And I napped some more. Did I miss watching him? Sure – but note to self. It wasn’t so hard asking for help.