In Sickness and in Phlegm
As women, we wear a lot of hats, most of which we do not get on sale. Most recently Mr. Blogarella and I had our first ever joint bout of the dreaded lurgy. Being one who likes to share, it was no surprise that he came home, kissed me on the mouth, and then told me his throat was scratchy. Despite all my avoidence tactics, I still got the bed time snuggles complete with coughing and the sensual sounds of cough drops being chewed directly in my ear. Ah love! Isn’t it grand?
I did my best to take care of him when suddenly I had the scratchy throat. I decided to simply suck it up and do what I had to do when my vocal chords were taken over by the voice of a drag queen. This was fun while it lasted because I was saying things to Mr. Blogarella like “come over here big boy, I have something I want to show you!” But alas, I’m full on sick, no voice, no energy, and only annoying hand signals to communicate what I am feeling. Naturally the most used hand signal involves the middle finger. My primary caretaker is a male who is clearly more concerned with breaking his current record on Tiger Woods Golf. He should be thanking me for being sick because due to my ailment, he’s been able to play even more and is now ranked in the top 800 in the world in the online standings. And yet, I still get stuck having to eat delicacies that have emerged from our freezer and can be reheated in a toaster. Woe is me indeed. If I have to eat another corn dog, I’m going assault him with the left over stick. I will continue to love honor and cherish him, but I think next time he gets sick, I’m going to throw a party.
Update: There has been an official apology, however, I still plan on ratting him out to his mother as soon as I can talk.
Heather Goode said,
June 16, 2008 at 11:32 pm
I know men are generally oblivious, but he’s acting like an irresponsible child. At the VERY least, he should be halfheartedly asking if you need anything (like Aaron)…just to show you he cares and is (grudgingly) willing to help you get through the sickness. In your particular case, you’re not just sick…you’re carrying his child too. Everything is more complicated when you’re pregnant. You need to have a serious discussion with him and tell him that he’d better start stepping up…or I swear I’ll come down there and kick some sense into him myself!