November 12, 2007

on my (sick, yet brave) hubby...

It takes a strong man to make jokes at 5:30 in the morning while he's up with the stomach flu.

me: I wonder what could have made you this sick.
Jay: I think it was the antifreeze you put in my macaroni.
me: What? Psh. No more Snapped marathons on the Oxygen channel for you.

At least he's feeling better this evening. He was sick since 3:00 in the morning, which was pretty gosh-darn awful. The last time I remember having the flu that bad, I was ten. Only for me it lasted, like, a week. Wow, I should probably stock up on the Airborne or something. Or open a window. (Now that I think about it, I've been sitting here breathing in the virus for a good two hours...)

It felt good to take care of him, though. I love doing that.

I think that's love when you would rather be the one hurting, rather than see someone else hurting. This morning I genuinely wanted to take what he had, so he didn't have to deal with it. Dude, I'm nauseous 90% of my life (I kid, I kid), whereas Jay is never sick. I don't think he's thrown up once since I've known him. The guy is walking immunity, I swear. So, it's odd to see him sick. I hate not knowing what to do, or realizing that there's nothing I can do to make him better. (And still, he never complains or anything. He didn't even bother to wake me up until he'd been up for a couple hours. I'm such a wuss compared to him.) On a side note: I did look in my handy dandy Complete Illustrated Guide to Medical Self-Care (or as I call it: The Hypochondriac's Bible), and it said that - unless you'd had a head injury or some other things, yadda yadda yadda - you don't need to go to the doctor unless you've been vomiting for 72 hours. I'm sorry, what? SEVENTY-TWO HOURS? Would you even have stomach lining by then? Or teeth? Seemed a wee bit extreme to me, but what do I know?

Anyway.

I'm hoping tonight won't be my turn to cradle the toilet. I'm crossing my fingers that I have somehow inherited that super-human Mom Immunity (even though I have yet to be a mom).

That would be sweet.

(Oh, and it was not my super amazing baked macaroni that made him sick. Of this I am convinced. We both ate the same exact thing for dinner, so it couldn't have been. Couldn't have been! Just thought I'd throw that in there. Because the macaroni was like heaven on a fork. Seriously.)

4 comments :

  1. haha. yay for J keeping his wit about him as his stomachs empties. I give him props, that is so hard to do.

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  2. Whoa, trippy. I was just listening to that Joshua Radin song on Pandora, and it came up on your blog.

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  3. I hope he feels better! This post made me cry it was so sweet! Flat sprite or ginger tend to help :)

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  4. Dude. Go to Confessions Of An Overcurious Girl (link on my blog) and check out the videos of the girl singing. Marie Digby. She has an EP on iTunes, and you will LOVE her. LOVE LOVE. Trust me.

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