The Sickie Myth

The Sickie Myth

The Greek God(zilla) returned home from a recent overseas work trip with a stinking cold.  At first, I assumed ‘stinking cold’ was man code for ‘don’t ask me to do anything’, but when he passed my ‘fancy a beer?’ test, I passed a sympathetic tissue.

The stinking cold turned into the flu, which then progressed into a throat infection and totally wiped him out for a week.  So, armed with a carrier bag full of meds, he took himself off to bed with strict instructions from his doctor to stay there until he felt totally recovered.  ‘Totally’ being 8-days later.

The only problem is, two days into his illness, I came down with it too.

In an ideal world, I would have also taken myself back to bed with lemsip and Netflix; but when you are a work from home mum in the mornings, stay at home mum in the afternoons, and CEO of the shopping/cooking/laundry ALL of the time, who exactly do you call in sick to?

The 5-year old boy who wakes you at 5am for a cuddle does not care that you have been shivering/sweating on a 2-hour rotation all night long and not slept a wink.  He just wants a cuddle.

Nor does he understand how reading another bedtime story might set your throat on fire, and for every word that leaves your mouth a shard of glass is bestowed in its place.

No matter how physically weak you may feel, there are still meals to be prepared, teeth to be brushed, school runs to make and after school activities to uphold.

The fridge does not magically stock itself.  Food does not turn itself into a home cooked meal.  Clothes do not pick themselves up from the floor and hop into the washing machine.

Although, I sometimes suspect the Greek God(zilla) believes that fairies may be involved.

Clients cannot wait a week for you to feel well enough to respond to their email.  Deadlines do not move.

So, you just get on with it.

You time your medication so that you are peaking on lemsip around 9am and 3pm.  You go to bed at 7pm to get a head start on both the cough, and your 41-year old bladder, guaranteed between them to keep you up all night.

You dose yourself up and head to the ‘office’.

During lemsip highs, you achieve great things – school runs, food shops, bathing.

For the first time since working from home, you do what everyone assumes you do anyway, and stay in your pyjamas all day.  Your clients call you a trooper.  Your family asks what’s for lunch.



  1. Emma Paterson
    February 3, 2015 / 9:11 PM

    Spot on Sarah !!!!! I read this with a smile on my face partly relief that other people are going through the same as me and partly because you word it so well !!!!
    Love your blogs,
    Emma (Ange’s sister) xxx

    • Grenglish
      February 4, 2015 / 7:27 AM

      Thanks Emma! Lovely to hear from you xx

  2. February 4, 2015 / 12:55 PM

    Ha ha so true! We just have to push on don’t we?

    I hope you’re feeling better now. xx

    • Grenglish
      February 4, 2015 / 2:33 PM

      Much better thank you!

  3. February 4, 2015 / 5:30 PM

    Heh heh so true! Although I must admit I never solider on when I have a cold, everything grinds to a halt and I wallow in feeling yucky and have special ‘I feel ill’ coughs that grind Papasaurus down into looking after me and everything else.
    Such a diva 😉

    • Grenglish
      February 4, 2015 / 5:38 PM

      I am definitely going to need some lessons from you!

  4. February 4, 2015 / 8:41 PM

    I daren’t think about the last time I was ill as that would be asking for trouble wouldn’t it? But I know that my situation would be very similar to yours. You’ve just got to get on with it. Probably why after my last dose of wretched virus (contacted on holiday in France) the cough lingered on until the end of November! Never coughed for so long in my life.

  5. February 4, 2015 / 8:42 PM

    You poor things, it sounds like you’ve really been through it! I hope veryone is better soon – and don’t worry, you get to stay in bed when they go off to university – hold on to that thought! not long now x x x

  6. February 4, 2015 / 10:22 PM

    This is so true! Drives me mad at times. I hope you are feeling better now.

  7. February 5, 2015 / 11:09 AM

    It is so true, why is it the men can just happily go to bed guilt free and we keep on keepng on? Makes me rather mad actually. I hope you are feeling muchn better now. Mich x

  8. February 5, 2015 / 12:10 PM

    Ha ha ha

    This is so true, I don’t have time to be ill – even when I’m ill I couldn’t just go to bed because nothing would get done!

  9. March 4, 2015 / 3:15 PM

    Here’s hoping you’re all completely bug free now! There’s no time to be ill when you’re a mum x

    • Grenglish
      March 13, 2015 / 7:50 AM

      We are all recovered! Thank you

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