Wednesday, January 4, 2017
One thing about that whole "on this day" stuff on social media is that it reminds you of past things you've shared. Like the fact that for 8 of the last 9 years, I've been sick for the new year. The only exception being 2011 into 2012 and it was the most amazing NYE of either of our lives because we were in Chicago and watched fireworks from a boat in the middle of Lake Michigan at midnight.
I thought having skipped Christmas with the fam and getting through Christmas Eve service surrounded by sick Vermonters, we'd dodged a bullet. I got home unscathed. The day after arriving home, the Mr felt like he was fighting something. That's always as far as it goes. For one day he feels like something might be coming on and the next day he's fine. Well, after a night on the Thruway pushing doors and touching gas pumps at service stations after everyone got sick from their families, his immune system apparently couldn't take it. We took Emergen-C everyday and were pretty diligent with hand sanitizer...on the way out. I think we got a little lax on the way back. He's usually done within 4-5 days max and is now on day 7 which may be a record for him. Me? I get sick and I'm down for 2 weeks, no sense of smell for 10 days. I don't remember the last time he was sick but his already loud snore turns into something of a jet engine scenario.
The bed at the cabin nearly broke my back but a close second is our couch. (Thanks Pottery Barn) It's not a fun sleep at all. In his first few days, I gave him the bed to get rest but I got none on the couch. Then I could feel my legs trying to seize up from being crammed in a confined space for hours...hello recipe for a re-flare of compartment syndrome. He gave me the bed and took the couch to take his turn with crappy sleep. He thought sleeping in the basement where he could breathe better would be a good idea. When he swore something hissed at him down there, he was back on the couch. I feel bad for him because I can tell he's in misery. He's not really one of those guys that whines and such. I mean he'll complain from time to time but no more than I do when I'm sick. But when he gets sick, I immediately go into nursemaid mode.
I think I've pumped him full of more green tea than should be allowed by law with a nice swirl of raw honey. I made him homemade eucalyptus salve, spicy chicken broth to promote sinus draining and made meals based on nutrients I thought he needed. There's just something about doing all you can to make someone you love feel better when they feel like a poo bag. (As I type, he's head bobbing trying to hang in there for the last of Bull.)
I pray I don't get it or whatever the four people all around me had at the movies today. (Passengers. Good but rent it.) I guess I'll know in two days.
How long do your colds/flu usually last? Do you go into nursemaid mode for your spouse or let them fend for themselves?
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