Sickness and no mom don't mix

I didn’t think I realized how much I missed my parents until I got sick this week. I started getting a really bad sore throat. I called my mom because I didn’t really know how to cure it, nor did I have money or time to go buy medicine. She told me to just drink water and get rest. I thought, “Easy enough, I got this.” Then the following day, I got a really bad headache. I laid in bed to take a nap and even though this sounds like I’m a spoiled brat, I was just so annoyed every time I had to get something; I needed my medicine, I needed a tissue, I needed water. I never realized how much of a blessing it was to have someone there to do everything for you. The next morning, I got really dizzy walking to class. Now it had gone into a realm of sickness I had no idea about. So once again, I called my mom and she told me the medicine I was using was the wrong one. She instructed me to go to Walgreens to the pharmacy and get a behind-the-counter medicine. I had never done that before and even though it wasn’t that hard of a task, I was still scared. I never realized all the work that was put into getting a child better again. All the behind the scene stuff that my parents used to do, I was doing now and I was not enjoying it. Why couldn’t I just be in my bed watching episodes and episodes of gossip girl? So finally after 18 years, I would like to tell my parents, “thank you for taking care of me all these years, I’m really a pain in the butt.”