Four days is too long to spend with anyone in the same house while you're both sick. Four days is an interminable span of time when that other person is the man you have pledged your life and never-ending love to.
Everyone in the Chicky Household was sick this weekend. (It could have something to do with this.) Even the Hubby, who is never sick, ever, was suffering. He's a fantastic carrier of germs, but those same germs never seem to affect him. Until last Friday when he started to feel ill and I knew we were all in trouble. The Child and I came down with mild colds - "mild" being a relative term since each time I get a cold I'm down for the count for at least 5 days and Julia has been sick off and on all winter - and we're pretty much over them. But the Hubby? He should have known all that sickness was going to catch up with him eventually. The lyrics from "Instant Karma" have never been so apropos...
"Instant Karma's gonna get you, Gonna knock you right on the head..."
(I have known him for 7 years and he hasn't been genuinely sick in all those years, so maybe the word "instant" doesn't really apply. But the karma part is spot on.)
Men should not be allowed to get sick. They just can't handle it. They especially should not be able to get sick when they have access to WebMD. He apparently has Strep Throat, Mono, and Polio.
Okay, I made one of those up. You guess which one.
He really is sick so I don't want to pick on him too much. He could have been a much bigger baby about the whole ordeal, but he wasn't and I appreciate that. One needy baby at a time is enough. By the end of four sick days together, however, I didn't care if his leg was falling off he needed to leave the house.
"You better get yourself together, Pretty soon you're gonna be dead"
He went back to work today, leaving a trail of used tissues in his wake. And I don't even care that he left his mess for me to clean up at least he's not here making more.
I really do hope he will get better soon - or have a substantial reason for being sick, like leprosy - because he's my Superman. He's lifts really heavy objects and rubs my shoulders when I ache. Its a little disconcerting to see him hurting.
But not so much that I want him to stay home from work for another day.
Wednesday, February 22, 2006
Poor pookie wookie is sicky wicky - suck it up
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