As many of you know, I’ve been down with a bad cold this week. The reason why you’d know this is because I’ve probably mentioned it…a few times. The thing is, when I’m sick I want the world to know about it. I don’t know how to suffer with quiet dignity!
This is me being sick
I hardly ever get sick but when I do, I get it bad. This year we’ve had the flu hit our house a few times but like a real trooper, I’ve soldiered on. Whenever Ashley or the kids were sick I’ve nursed them back to health, providing comfort while managing to avoid the germs myself. My secret is hand sanitizer and a disinfectant wipe of all door handles, light switches and surfaces!
Now that I’m the one who’s down with a cold, it seems like nobody cares! Or rather, they don’t care on the same level as what I need them to care. My head hurts, I have a fever, runny eyes and nose, I have all the symptoms (see how I worked that list in? Well now you know)!
Added to all this misery, the children are home for the week on Spring break! Yay me.
Just feel my pain already
As a mom, leaving the house is unavoidable. I’m the only one who is available to do the grocery shopping, the library and to pick up my own medication at the pharmacy (with kids in tow).
Almost every time I left home to venture out in public, braving the mocking Spring sunshine, I forgot my spectacles at home. I’d then walk around with eyesight only as far as my outstretched arm for the duration of the errand. The kids thought it was pretty hilarious!
With all this self-pity, imagine how I felt when my brother spotted me at the mall and greeted me with a loud “Hey Sis, you look like crap“.
People just don’t know
Being quite a chirpy person, I find I’m uncharacteristically annoyed when out in public while feeling horrid. I can barely keep my eyes open or stop sneezing and they’re just walking around, looking healthy! To add insult to injury, they’re interacting with me as if my suffering is not means nothing!
Just today again, I was at the store when a guy stepped right in-front of me, smiling and greeting me by name. Apparently, we were at the same school twenty years ago! With his beard, my fuzzy brain and non-bespectacled eyes I just couldn’t place him.
There I was, dying for my bed and having to spend the next ten minutes making painful small talk about people I don’t know! I’m ashamed to say I do remember him now that I’ve medicated and we used to be pals at school! I hope I faked excitement well enough!
Which brings me to my husband being the worst of the lot
Of all the happy, healthy people out there who irk me, the worst of all has got to be my husband! The man has done nothing right since last week!
Take yesterday for example, I spent all day “moming”. I facilitated reading time, handed out chores, timed screen time and refereed the bickering. By 5 o’ clock, I was finished! I texted Ashley to beg him to cook dinner, feed and bath the kids and handle bedtime. He simply replied: “I’ll do it with pleasure, babe“.
On a normal day, I cannot get him to take his dirty mug to the kitchen sink or close a cupboard door. Now that I’m man-down, he is happy to assume my role without complaint? Hmm…what has he done wrong…?
As I lay in bed nursing my headache, I listened to them talking and joking at the dinner table. Not a single one of them seemed put out that a crucial member of the family was absent. I feel Ashley should have done more. He could have said something like, “Hey guys, Mommy’s not here to laugh with us, as a sign of respect, let’s make dinner tonight a somber affair“. But he didn’t.
Don’t touch me! No wait, don’t move away
Ashley and I sleep like a pretzel, completely intertwined. After eleven years or so of co-sleeping, it’s become a habit. Even when we’re fighting, come bedtime, our bed is Switzerland otherwise neither of us will get any sleep.
Now that I am sick and have a fever, it’s just too hot to sleep like that. I toss and I turn until eventually I shove him over to his side of the bed. I then spend hours listening to him snore, soundly sleeping and living his best life in dreamland.While I lie awake because my feet are too cold now that he’s moved away from me!
So being sick really sucks but I’ll admit that being married to someone who is sick is probably worse….Whatever. We’re married for better or for worse even if I’m the “worse”! Fortunately, when it comes to me not feeling well, my husband has the patience of a saint!
Disclaimer: No husbands were harmed during the making of this post.
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