I HATE being sick. [I don’t know a single soul who enjoys it]. But I don’t fare well being “under the weather”. The real issues began here ..
I moved out of my parent’s house and into my first ‘parent-free’ place (a glamorous college dorm). Everything was fine & dandy, until ..I got strep throat. Someone could have told me the first time getting sick away from home is AWFUL. Instead I learned the hard way. Poor mom received call after call from me sobbing about how much pain I was in and how I wanted to go home, because I probably wouldn’t survive. [holy dramatic]. Well, I did live. But I was traumatized. I knew from then on I couldn’t be sick without someone around who knew how horrible I am with sickness.
Yesterday I woke up feeling AWFUL. The works: sore throat, migraine, sniffles, cough, body aches. Lucky for me, (unlucky for him) I have Jeff to the rescue. [I am a grrreat caretaker in return]. Let’s see – he made me lunch, got me a heating pad, let me be in control of the remote, found me some suitable medicine, brought me a fan (in result of my complaining of being too hot), covered me up, and photographed me [rude] ..
Jeff: “After taking care of you sick, I am going to prepared for kids. They’ll be easy!”
He always knows what to say to make me feel better. Ha! No but really, thank you Jeff. I know I am a peach when I’m sick :)
(PS – my mom did get a phone call as well).