I want to be left alone except for someone to let the dog out so I don’t have to get up.
When I had the flu I needed someone around, I was too weak to get up.
Just bring me something to drink and some crackers and I’m good.
Leave me the fuck alone or you’ll wish that you had.
I have decided this is one of the truest tests of whether someone is an introvert or an extrovert. If someone is an introvert, even if they’re really social and good with people in everyday life, as soon as they’re sick or hurting, they want to be ALONE.
When I get sick, I mostly sleep a lot. I’ll wake up to drink water, eat some soup or crackers, and watch a movie from bed while I slip back to sleep. My boyfriend is good company when I’m awake, but he knows when it’s time to fuck off. He’s good at gentle head massages, which feels good when I’m achy. And! He doesn’t mind fetching stuff, which saves my energy for getting well instead of shuffling weakly to the microwave and back.
He’s the only one, though. Anyone else would be overbearing.
Alone, unless I am scared and want somebody to talk to. Or if I want to complain.
But really, this:
I will accept a visitor for approximately 20 seconds while I complain bitterly about my horrid illness. Then I wish to be left alone by everyone but snoozy dogs.
Unfortunately my husband “checks on me” several times a day by waking me up. I love him, but I really wish he wouldn’t wake me up to ask me how I’m feeling.
This is my answer, (that is, if I had anyone offering company or soup.) Unless I was a) too contagious to go to work, but well enough to walk around and always feel like I’d rather be in bed, and b) the person was a person who’s had that cold (etc.) recently so I won’t infect them. Hasn’t happened though.
Misery enjoys company. I want you to co-experience every snotty sneeze I sneeze. If not, you don’t love me and never did. I now abdicate from having your heirs.
Ideally, I would be left alone in absolute silence and darkness, unless I specifically requested help or sympathy. Then someone would come to my aid and then go away until I needed them again.
I just realized I’ve never been sick long enough to need anyone around.
I suspect that is a good thing, as all I want to do is be left alone to get over it the few times I have had food poisoning or the rare 24 hour flu bug.
slide my diet pepsi under the door and back away!
Ideally when I am sick my husband would just come and lie down next to me and not talk and watch over me while I sleep. And go get me stuff when I want it, probably tacos (unless it is stomach sick of course). And watch movies with me if I have slept too long and can’t sleep anymore.
I rarely get sick but if I ever do get stuck in bed I feel lonely. But I only want my husband. Nobody else. Maybe if I were in the hospital I wouldn’t mind if my dad were reading in a chair by my bedside, he is a deeply comforting presence. Not my mom. I love her dearly, but her mother hen-ness is wearying.
Leave me alone, check on me from time to time, but leave me alone.
I usually just either rest by myself or surf the Dope on my iPad while lying down.
It depends. If I have a stomach bug or minor cold I don’t mind company, if I have a sore throat I prefer not to have people around because I feel guilty not talking to them. If I have a bad headache, or especially a migraine though, (and people who don’t get real, legit migraines do not understand the hell they are) I will stab you if you bother me.
Well, no I won’t, because I won’t be able to move or focus long enough. But I’ll be thinking it really hard and if some day I develop telekinesis you will die.
I want to be alone, with a cat or two, with DeHusband checking in from time to time, but not hovering. If I have to go to the hospital, I won’t let anyone know if I can help it.
Both my mom and my sister-in-law want all relatives and friends to process through, sobbing quietly, wailing where appropriate. And bearing flowers and gifts. What’s up with that?
Seriously, am I the only sicko who wants company? I am a complete toddler when I’m sick. I want someone to rub my back, fetch my drinks, and cuddle me. My husband is a " don’t touch me!" guy, and we spent the first couple of years of our marriage getting butthurt when the other person was doing sickness “wrong”.
Leave me alone and let me sleep. Bring me things when/if I ask you to. Pet my head if I ask you to. Then go away and let me sleep some more.
Go the fuck away and leave me alone when I’m sick.
The only time I actually want anyone in the same house when I’m sick is if I’m physically incapable of getting up to fetch things I need like water, medicine or weapons.
I want my wife to check on me now and again. Everyone else, just go away.
Once, many many years ago, before I met my wife, I had strep throat. My doctor told me to take these drugs and get some rest. I lived way out in the sticks. I went home to bed and did not see anyone for over a week. I went to my doctor’s appointment weaker then before. It turns out I had developed broncitus from lack of food and water. After questioning me, he told me that I needed to have someone check up on me at least twice a day. To comply with these orders, I had to go visit my aunt who lived 110 miles away. The drive was miserable.
My aunt is an ex-army staff sgt. She showed my her guest bedroom, with all of the lovely books and left me alone! Great Gal! For two weeks she checked on me three times daily. After that I was well on my way to recovery, and, as such, was fit company for humans.
Now I am older and (I hope) wiser. I now have a wife who checks up on my four to five times a day when I am ill. Great Gal! I also do not let myself get that run down anymore.
My wife also likes to be left alone when she is sick.
This, pretty much, except that our daughter is grown and moved out.
I really prefer to be left alone when I’m sick. Sometimes I get so sick, though, that I need someone to fix me food and drink, and make sure that I don’t fall down if I try to get out of bed. This is the worst of all possible situations, because in addition to feeling miserable because I’m sick, I’m royally pissed off that I am so weak. I’ve finally convinced my husband that he should NOT check on me at half hour intervals, unless I’m delirious. It’s best and safest for everyone if I’m left to just sleep if I can. I want a container of water next to my bed, or else a lime slush. Keep those filled, feed and medicate me as needed, and I’m good. And when I take my shower, I do want someone to check on me to make sure that I haven’t fallen. Because I really get pissed off when that happens. Fortunately for anyone around me, being pissed off takes energy, and when I’m sick, I’m usually weak.
My husband, on the other hand, DOES want to be checked every half hour, and he wants to be hovered over and fussed over and given medicine. I hate doing this, but I do try to do it, because it makes him feel better. I also make sure that he drinks enough water, because if he’s left to his own devices, he won’t. He’ll drink soda or juice or Kool Aid, but what he needs is mostly water.
Another one for the ‘leave me the FUCK alone’ camp.