In almost every other aspect of my life, I’m pretty independent. This is why I am not ashamed to say that when I get sick, I’m pretty much a big, whiny baby. I don’t get sick often but yesterday I was hit with a full on head cold. My sister brought over some medicine and it’s doing some good and my father has called to check up on me but it’s not the same as someone really being there for you, actively caring for you. These are the times when being single can suck.