Tuesday, September 19, 2006

I've been sick for a week. Coughing, hacking, needing an extraordinary amount of sleep just to function. Yet, I get up, get the kid ready for school, deal with a toddler who was also sick, and getting a tooth, cook, clean, shop, and have even able to have relations with my husband. Sure, the house wasn't AS clean at it could have been, but no one went without underwear, or socks, or fresh towels, or sex. I didn't get to lay around, and moan.

So, excuse me when I have absolutely NO sympathy for you and your illness, T. Sorry, I am not going to feel your forehead to see if you're hot. If you feel hot, you have a fever. Don't come lay down by my and moan, over and over. I don't really give a flying phlegm ball. I just went to the Dr. today, and took a hacking two year old with me just to get a Zpack for my troubles.

I still managed to cook you dinner, which you didn't eat by the way, and I managed to get the kids in bed alone, and do homework and spelling words and read a book with an unwilling 6 yr. old.

Although I will give you points for not getting mad when I decided to sleep on the couch, so as not to risk getting even more sick. I will give you even more points for getting my pillow, and getting my blankets and my breathing machine, and saying "If I worked all day for those assholes while sick, I can do a few things for you" Actually that was really, really sweet of you. Then, right when you were leaving you said "You make me feel better" I felt bad. I hadn't been very nice to you about being sick. I wouldn't feel your forehead, and I got huffy when you laid next to me and moaned. I didn't think about the fact that you just worked an 11 hour day, by yourself, and spent most of that in traffic in a car, the whole time achy, stuffy and feverish. At least when I'm sick, I can be home, and lay on my couch here and there, or just veg. You have to sit in your white uniform, bullshitting your way through a day, and town you are unfamiliar with, dealing with traffic. The only thing you have your mind on is getting through the day, walking in that door, and have your wife poo poo over you, and feel your forehead, and even though she's not very nice, and not willing to lay in bed with you, that's still better than being at work.

I'll be better tonight, T. I promise.

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