Turnabout is Fair Play: The Horrors of Nursing, Part II
A repost again today, because the ‘ick’ is on the other side of the bed, and it has caught Andra.
MTM has been a little under the weather the past couple of days. Nothing serious. And, he’s a good patient. Almost chipper. Never makes ridiculous, needy requests. Doesn’t moan and act pathetic, wallowing in his favorite chair like his world has ended. He actually smiles when I walk into the room.
What’s weird about his behavior is this: I don’t understand why he isn’t taking the opportunity to slam me with a big, honking dose of payback. For almost half of this year, I struggled with a nagging health issue, nagging being the operative word. I cried. I flung myself into bed, shouted for hot tea and sobbed for popcorn with butter. I adjusted the thermostat like it was a yo-yo. I stank. Really. Pew!
Most of all, I complained about my issue at every conceivable opportunity.
MTM: Did you hear the score of the Brewer game?
Me: No. I can’t HEAR. Because I’m STILL BLEEDING.
MTM: What should I sell next on Ebay?
Me: My uterus. Just rip it out and get it as far away from me as you possibly can.
MTM: I think I’m going to make risotto for dinner.
Me: Can you make popcorn? With melted butter? And can you rub some sticks of butter on the popped kernels and throw globs of it in the bowl with a whole container of salt? And bring it up to me in bed?
I am a shrew.
In the last two days, the most taxing thing MTM asked of me, his official nurse, was to pick up some bacon on my way home. Bacon. Who could POSSIBLY deny such a delightful request? The man is a Shining Beacon of Manly Perfection even when he feels peaked.
Still.
I want him to feel better soon.
Because I am tired of the horrors of nursing.
Because I love him to pieces.
Taking notes. I forgot to beg for popcorn last time I was sick.
With butter. Do not forget the butter.
I remember this one, the Shadow Ninja as “Stoic”.
He is stoic. And I am still sick.
sorry, didn’t know you were still not feeling well.
I even missed Rotary today. *shock*
Now that’s a definite KEEPER!!!! So rare, so very, very rare. You are one lucky lady.
I am. I know it.
Is it wrong to offer to send you hot, salty, buttery love? Or perhaps an omelet served by a hipster? Feel better!
No, nothing is wrong at this point.
Being ill is bad, but someone else being ill is far worse.
MTM is a far better patient than me.
So sorry you’re feeling crappy, Andra! Hope you start to turn the corner soon.
I’m sure I will.
I certainly hope this bug just moves on through and leaves the two of you alone for the rest of the year. Get all the illness out now and then move on to your energetic selves. Rest is a good thing…hope you’re getting some!
I’m getting plenty of rest, Debra. And, thanks to you, I have lots of reading to keep me company.
Umm…. my head hurts. That is all.
I hope it doesn’t hurt tomorrow, because I am determined to get out of here and have lunch.
You are such a Saint.
Nah. I’m a Sinner.
Sounds like you are a better nurse than I. Gordon calls me nurse ratchet when he is subject to my ministrations. Hope he feels better. I think I’ll make some popcorn tonight.
It’s me who’s sick this time, but I am slowly on the mend.
Chocolate. For you. MTM obviously doesn’t need much
He would never countenance my having chocolate and not sharing, Fiona. Never.
Hope you both feel a huge amount better very soon, Andra x
Thanks, Kate.
Hope you both feel better soon, but be sure, very very sure, that it is totally done with you BEFORE you are too up and at ‘em. Not to be a downer, but it’s reeeally ugly stuff — hung around here for the better part of three weeks before it fully let go. Of course, you’re both younger (ergo, probably healthier) than Kim and I, however….
I just hope I can manage not to share it with MTM. So far, so good.