I remember myself saying this several times during a conversation whilst I was making tea at work: “I wish I’d get properly sick just so that I can get over it!”
I did just that. Get properly ill. Could not get up out of bed, had no energy, had a massive headache and just felt like death. I still feel that way today but as I’ve been off work properly for a week (I went to work on Tuesday, but went home after 3 hours!) I need to go to work on Monday. Although, if I’m honest, I don’t feel like I am actually well already.
Be careful what you wish for. Because sometimes when you get what you want, it doesn’t turn out the way you want it to. That being said, I’d love the win the lottery. Properly.