My boyfriend has been infected with poison ivy 2 days ago. It’s pretty bad. He just came back from the doctor, she told him he’s not contagious anymore so I will be able to touch him. I was really scared I wouldn’t be able to… He’s coming to pick me up, I’m gonna spend the week-end at his house since he has to take a lot of baths and put a lot of things on his skin.
I had a friend who said this to me when I had mono and a sinus infection simultaneously. I didn’t really say anything to him then, but it has dug under my skin and festered a bit.
Yes, I am always sick. I have a chronic medical condition. If that weren’t enough, so much of my body is focused on trying to fix an unfixable (currently) problem that my immune system is weakened. Added to that, I have chronic fatigue as a result of the pain.
So yes, I am always sick. And yes, I hate it. You telling me that I do makes me feel like a hypochondriac whose friends are annoyed, and I don’t really appreciate it.
Instead of berating me for it, ask if there is anything you can do around my house. Come keep me company. We’ll pop in Sleeping Beauty and eat popcorn, and your company will make me feel better. Or, since the vast majority of the people I know live some distance away, call me or set up a skype date with me. Hearing your voice, seeing your face, knowing that you haven’t given up on me helps. I want to give up on myself some days, to just crawl into bed and sleep and sleep. Knowing you won’t helps me get through.