It’s a funny thing being sick. If there is no one around to take care of you, you stop wanting anybody at all. You just go into a pathetic wallowing-in-self-pity cocoon and refuse to admit anyone.
‘I am fine. Leave me alone.’ You stop taking calls. You refuse to go to the doctor. (‘There’s no one to take me to the doctor’, you justify.) You just lie all day in bad, moping. Crying over milk, spilt, retrieved and then burnt.
Yup, it’s a funny thing being sick.
Or maybe it’s just me.