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She blinded him with whiteness - 2008-07-25
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9:30 a.m. - 2008-02-24
Considering what a misery he could be I am trying to count my blessings, but plain fact is Mick has the flu and he is one grumbly out of sorts bear. Friday afternoon he spiked a fever. I went into full Doctor Mom mode and started triage. OTC meds, mixed juice cocktails, vegetable soup and plenty of witchy TLC. I've kept him in bed with a combo of 180 proof generic Nyquil and hypnosis, trying to keep him simmering enough to burn off the germs but not so hot he becomes a Mick pot roast. Hard to tell if it's working yet or not, according to Mick he's near enough to Death's door to hear the heavenly choir. Since this is between us, I'll admit I'm having a bit of trouble adjusting to having a man who complains and whines when he's sick. The ex didn't have many good points, but his natural closed mouthed stoicism was nice when he was ill or injured. Mike went so far as to sink his own stitches and splint his broken bones himself (or with a bit of help from me, yes, I've sewn up the ex's ouchies with fishing line and taped fractured fingers). Most of the time when he was sick he just laid on the couch staring glassily at the TV coughing and blowing his nose on the blankets. Mick is more vocal. A LOT more vocal. I've been tamping down the urge to snap, "Oh suck it up, ya big baby, you've got the flu not bubonic plague!" Especially since I'm not feeling so hot myself. I spent most of yesterday trotting between Mick's sick bed and the bathroom where everything I've ingested since 1987 was coming out one end or the other at warp speed. Wanna come over? It's all kinds of fun here.
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