Home, sick VS. Homesick

Okay, so I'm sick and stuck at home. Lying in bed, trying not to dislocate my spine again coughing up a lung, I got to thinking (in my tylenol/robetussin/tea induced state). I'm home, sick. Is that better or worse than being homesick? Well, having endured both synarios, I have determined that being sick at home is far worse than being homesick.
For one, when you are home, sick, you can't do anything but be at home, sick. Sure you can watch a bit of television, perhaps catch up on some daytime drama you haven't had the good fortune of seeing since highschool when you skipped your afternoon classes. Oddly enough, not much has happened in the last 10 years on General Hospital...crazy.
And some random mildly entertaining movies that you may or may not have seen once, but either way, have left little to no impact on your life. Other than that, not much else to do when you are at home, sick.
At least when you are homesick, you are somewhere else and have the possibility of doing something else! Sure, being homesick implies that you are missing home/family/friends/routine, but hey, at least you can do something about it - like take a stroll around and see what/who's out and about of interest or perhaps get drunk and make new friends! You could even try contacting home, but from experience, this usually makes things worse. Phone calls do for sure, because you never end up having a really great conversation - everyone tries to be all normal, not saying how much they miss eachother, talking about everyday type stuff, then you gotta go 'cause it costs to much money to stay and chit chat. Email is better - you can re-read emails, formulate answers and send pictures.
Bottom line: I would so much prefer being away from home, missing it, than being stuck at home, sick.
Last year, I was super lucky and found myself in the highly covetted position of being sick AND homesick!!! This is the opposite of fun. I already blogged about it in "Mumptastic", so read up, good times.