I’ve always remembered how strange sick days were. No doubt they were awesome even though you felt like shit, but everything seems a little less normal. I’ve always noticed that sunlight in the house always looked a little different than usual. It actually seemed to look brighter than it does then when you were at school or work. Not to mention the house was empty since both of your parents were at work. It was just you, a couch or bed, the TV, and The Bucket (and I guess your cell phone nowadays too). Oh yeah. The Bucket. You know which one I’m talking about. Your mom probably washed it in the dishwasher the next day then used it to cook spaghetti.
Still to this day, sick days feel a little off to me. It’s always that combination of a little guilt, sunshine that’s a little brighter, and a little feeling of victory thinking about the suckers who had to work today. But, holy crap…the excruciating pain!!!