ugh! yes, I am a complainer. I like to complain. In England they call it "whinging" pronounced (win-jing) and someone who whinges is a whinger. I don't want to be a whinger but I so enjoy whinging. Today I am whinging about being the host for all sorts of viruses unknown to me before baby. Renee and I are recovering from our 3rd cold since the New Year. I know, I know, I have little to complain about aside from minor illnesses. Can I complain some more? Now about my sweet hubby. He was going to make me soup for being sick, well I had to beg and didn't even get any soup until 10pm! I felt sick and unloved. Where's your mom when you need her? When Charles was sick once I made some special concoction soup right away and even dug up some dandelion root from the garden for its special healing power! Where's the love? It must have something to do with the over riding significance of the "man cold." (see hilarious video pasted below).
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This is exactly how it was when mine was sick. I had a slight fever, a head cold and was impossibly exhausted and I still made it across the country to welcome you home. Mack gets a teeny little flu and the world had to stop.
I wish I was there to make you some soup and rent you some good movies. Or, I know, YOU COULD MOVE HERE!!!
Hope you and the meat feel better. We'll send you some love thoughts and see if that helps.
One more thing, I know you're sick, but maybe, if you're bored and want something to do, could you put up some more pictures of my meat? I just miss her so much. We have a bond FYI.
Hahaha! That was HILARIOUS! And oh so true. When Jonah or me is sick David just rolls his eyes like we are faking it. But oh dear if he's sick! Watch out!
Lisa
Hilarious is right. I live with someone who never gets sick, and do you know why? He doesn't want to experience the likes of what he's seen me endure, including a major operation, nor what he's seen the women in his life endure each month - need I say more? Add to that the knowledge that his attendance to providing care is minimalistic and not something he'd wish upon himself. Fear is what keeps him well. Fear that he would be dependent and require merciful care. That's my truth and I own it.
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