My mom came into town this past weekend to take care of me because my body simply wouldn't heal from whatever virus from hell was/is plaguing it... However, it turns out I just needed was some serious Mom energy. She came and brought all the busyness and food and attention that I seemed unable to muster in my permanent state of bedragglement. I've always prided myself on my independence as an adult, but when the fourth weekend in a row came around that I had to barrel myself into my apartment and "recover," I had to give into my humaness. I've always viewed illness as a character defect and have had a hard time forgiving myself for allowing myself to get sick. I'll apologetically refuse invitations and assure people that I'll be ready to entertain in just a few days. It's kind of sad how much pressure I put on myself.

Thanks to my madre, I think I'm feeling much better. Thanks mom! I love you!

Just for today, my mom can take care of me.