Cooties
Posted
Wednesday, February 06, 2008 12:47 AM
My husband has been sick, so I stopped by the store for flu medicine and Lysol. He didn’t go to work today and he NEVER stays home sick. He always at least goes in for a little bit and always gets his Chinese food on his way home (his personal cure-all remedy - he swears the spicier the better to kill all the germs or something, I think it’s more likely his “comfort” food). But today he stayed in bed late, attempted to go to work, turned around and came back home & went to bed. Poor darling. He doesn’t know what he has, so we’ve labeled it the flu. (I had a bad cold 2 wks ago, daughter had stomach virus last week – I think he got both at the same time.) He was dizzy and nauseous this morning but then commented he probably has pneumonia after a coughing spell. I don’t want his cooties & I’m considering sleeping in another room. I’d get Lysol-happy, but he’s sleeping soundly, so I don’t want to start disinfecting the linens while he’s a bundled up snoozin’ bump under the covers. I stood in the medicine aisle at Giant Eagle wanting to buy him one of everything. I hate when he doesn’t feel well. I feel so helpless. He says he has no choice but to go to work tomorrow, so it’s best I let him rest. Makes me sad to see him quiet (it’s soooo unusual) except that he does moan (who does that?) and it’s equivalent to sighing – just x 10. Anyway, I hope he feels better tomorrow. I just want to take him in my arms and squeeze him and make him all better. Where’s a surgical mask when you need one? And why does playing nurse sound more sexy than it actually is? Lol Well – the texting from upstairs has started, my patient calls!