What do you do when you get sick? I did not know what to do with myself when I came home (after a long day talking in a suit) and collapsed on the couch. Aches-all-over, can't-get-out-of-bed sick, am I. Not only do I rarely get sick, but as a kid, I was shown no mercy. School attendance was not a choice. Neither was garb. When winter came, I donned a purple, puffy coat that resembled a discarded parachute, covering me from chin to ankle.
Hypothetically, I will assume that sick days meant watching Nickelodeon cartoons and eating sugary cereal out of the box. The adult counterpart, then, is ice cream that does not come in the shape of a push pop. Media that does not involve cartoon roadrunners being chased by a coyote. And nothing-nothing-resembling a chick flick (with one exception, below).
Essentials:
Tissuebox
Pillows
Medicine of choice
Heat
Entertainment:
This American Life: Always relevant, never boring. M shared "DIY" with me. There's also "Act V," told by Jack Hitt, who was a guest in my six-person advanced nonfiction writing class in college. If you have any interest in the law and/or Shakespeare, you would probably enjoy Act V.
Amelie: High school memories of hanging out at D's place with P and JB. DIY haircuts and accidents with layering shears, tea and treats.
Amadeus: The brooding quality of this film complements the cranky personality of someone whose snot knows no end. And if you're sweaty and bedridden, you get extra points for identifying with a dying Mozart. By the way, I cannot count how often I was required to watch this movie as a child.
[What does "Am-" stand for?"]
Nourishment
Ice cream
Soup
Chips (being sick requires junk food)
And last, but not least, friends.
