I have just survived a week of illness in the house. It wasn’t me. I am just fine. The beloved husband had some respiratory illness and it lasted days and days (seemed like months and months to me…probably to him too). He still isn’t up to snuff but I at least got him to go out for breakfast today.
He hasn’t been sick like this in the past 16 years and here’s hoping it’s another 16 years until he’s sick again. He really tries not to be intrusive but that’s not really possible. First the snoring ratcheted up a few notches.
Did you ever wonder what it would be like to sleep in an airport hanger? No? I’m not surprised. Unfortunately, I have a pretty good idea. This week I slept next to a 747 that was taxi-ing for takeoff. I really should have those earplug thingers. In solidarity, our cats piled in the bedroom for support. I found that odd. They don’t do that for me. We have two cats who also snore, so more noise. In deference to his illness, no one including me barfed a hairball!
Then, there is always the drugs — which ones are the most helpful. I found it odd that it took four different stores for me to find a standard cold medication that wasn’t packaged in super-sized packages at high prices. When did cold medicine get to be $30? I need enough for about 5 days to a week. I can guarantee that by the next time we need it, it will be out-of-date. For this round I emptied out the drug stash we had and threw most of it away. Some of it expired in 2006. Heck, I don’t even remember 2006, why do I have meds from then.
One thing is for sure…I wasn’t cut out to be a nurse. I don’t have the patience and I don’t like sick people. They are cranky even though they don’t think they are. I am just glad to have a healthy hubby back.
Besides all that, being nice is exhausting. Maybe I’m not cut out for that either!
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