I was reminded of two things yesterday.
1. When I’m sick, I like to be cared for.
2. W is a terrible caretaker of sick people.
I’m just going to get it out in the open right away so no incriminating evidence can bite me in the behind later~ I was super cranky. My whole body hurt…from my back to my eyeballs. I slept most of the day away which was a welcome luxury BUT the day was not without incident. Firstly, I chose to be sick on a day of extreme grocery deficiency. When I say there was nothing in my house to eat or drink, believe it. Nothing.
Finally, around 5pm, I went to the grocery to buy juice. My head was pounding and there was an abnormal amount of screaming toddlers at Sweetbay as luck would have it. What should have been a 15 minute shopping excursion took three times as long because I literally had to stop and rest every aisle. Truly ridiculous…and all of this while my loving husband went to the gym after work. Yes, he did offer to go to the grocery for me when he was done but that would have meant I was drinking something besides water at like 8pm last night. Is it just me or would that have made anyone cranky?
During dinner (that I bought at the store) but he cooked, I actually said, “Put me in a home when I’m old because I don’t want to depend on you to take care of me!”…. there’s a little truth to that, too. He’s the kind of guy that when you’re sick, he’ll leave you in a room all day because he was “trying to let you rest”. Well, ok, rest is nice. But is it so much to ask for a check-in ever so often?
When he is sick, he is nurtured like a helpless foal. His every whim is my command. I am at his beck and call and happy to do so. And whining? Can anyone whine like a sick man? Yes, God, you were so right to give the birthing of children to women…the human race would be extinct, otherwise.
I woke up today feeling a lot better. Coughing but I now have juice, thanks to….well, you know. Thanks to me. I love that man but he’s not the guy for the job when you’re sick. It’s just not his gifting.