Monday, I was reading a novel, when suddenly, without warning, I started to cry. No, it wasn’t the usual “lady problems”. Trust me on that. I don’t usually act that way. I was really confused about why I was crying. And then I realized I didn’t feel well.
When I don’t feel well [beyond a simple cold], I become a crier. I cry at the simplest, smallest things. It confuses those around me, even myself, until they ask [or I ask myself] if I’m feeling okay. Then I do a self-check and think, “Guess what? I think I have a fever.” And then I’m fine, and not so cry-ey. Unless it’s something like the stomach-flu. Then you better have something nice to say to me, or be prepared to deal with tears. And lots of them.
For those who know me, it’s a rarity to see me cry. So if I cry around you, [especially in public] it either means that something absolutely horrible has happened, or I’m just not feeling well. And don’t be afraid to ask. I shouldn’t react too poorly.
Sorry I don’t have much to say here today, I’ve spent the majority of my week so far sleeping and watching The Office. Laughter is the best medicine, as they say.