The one where my cold returns and so will the children

So I thought my cold was better. In fact, I felt pretty much fine yesterday. And then I got up this morning and it was back. With a vengeance. But I got up anyway and stumbled to my computer, mumbling "tea" as I passed Mike in the hall. We've been together so long that he understands that this is in actuality a request for him to please please pretty please make me a cup of tea and bring it to me in order that I might function properly. And he did. I could get seriously addicted to him being home more often. So I consumed my delicious cup of tea, wrote an article about the whole Mel Gibson fiasco, answered emails, played a few minutes of bejeweled. Then I started to stumble out of my office so I could straighten the kitchen, take something out for dinner, make the bed and take a shower. I was mumbling under my breath as I opened my door and nearly ran into Mike, who happened to be opening the door from the other side.

Mike: What did you say?

Me: I feel like crap.

Mike: You sound like crap. Your voice is all raspy and you sound stuffy.

Me: Huh.

Mike: Also your eyes are puffy and you have huge black circles. You look like you feel like crap.

Me: You do realize that you're not helping, right?

Don't you hate that when you feel awful and you tell someone and they agree that you look awful too? Is that supposed to make you feel better? But I haven't decided yet whether that upsets me more or when the person says "you don't look sick". I guess in one instance they're validating your sickness and in the other they're questioning it. I'm sick, OK? I don't need to know what you think. End of discussion.

Took Lu for her appointment yesterday. She got a pneumonia vaccine, which was required before her surgery. Mike got one in the hospital and Sean has had them before. I knew they hurt and swell up like baseball size lumps. I chose not to share that information with her prior to. Lu hates shots. This one was no exception. Then she had a blood draw and finally we saw the NP for her doctor. Platelets are up to 225,000. That puts her firmly in the normal range. Yay! So we don't have to go back for two weeks. I'm trying to be positive about this but we had the same result with the steroids last month only to have them drop by over half in a week. So I guess I'm cautiously optimistic. I'll keep a close eye on her.

Mike continues to do well. He tries to do a little more every day. He's anxious to go back to the doctor and get the results of his blood work and hopefully get released to go back to work. I will miss him. Having him home has been great. Not the way I would have preferred to do it, but still very nice.

The kids get back from camp tonight so I'm sure much hilarity will need to be posted tomorrow or Sunday. They will bring with them a mountain of dirty laundry, a bazillion stories to tell, and a whole heck of a lot of noise. Yeah, I'm totally looking forward to it. Besides, I want to find out what's up with Sean and his ex gf. I've heard rumors...

Have a great weekend everyone,
♥Spot

My Irish Eyes are NOT Smilin'...

So it's St. Paddy's Day! And normally, I would be way happy today. Because I love this holiday. But today? Not so much. I finally caught the cold that's been running around my house for the last 3 weeks. Remember the one that had hubby sniffling non-stop? Well Sean and I are both sneezing our heads off today. And when I woke up, I was pretty sure my right eye was trying to forcibly leave my head. It feels as though it might pop out at any second. So I stumbled to the kitchen, holding my hand over the side of my face (I mean, I can't just let my eye leave, without a fight). Hubby asked if I was alright and I said "um. No. I'm currently at war with the right side of my head. Give me your hand." I placed his hand firmly on that side. And he said "The whole side of your face is throbbing." and made a disgusted face. Yes, even my teeth hurt.

Why Universe, why??! One day a year I make corned beef and cabbage and I had to get sick today?? I loooovvveee Corned beef and cabbage. And Guinness. Universe? You suck. So I'm probably going back to bed soon. But hopefully my head will stop trying to detach itself and run from my neck so I can get my Irish on.

I was going to tell you an a funny story about my fam being Irish. It'll hold til tomorrow. I gotta go lay down...

sniffles & sinus headaches,
♥Spot

If you don't stop sniffling...drastic measures will be taken.

So my cold is better. And hubby's is somewhat better as well. Sean still has mystery rash but it's getting better. I was wondering today at the difference between my hubby and I when there's a sickness.

I mean, when I'm the one who's sick, I can be running a fever, red eyed, snot nosed and coughing and he'll still call me his "cootie girl" and want to snuggle. When he's sick? Especially when he's congested or coughing...I want to stand at least 3 feet from him and throw things at him. Like tissues (so he'll blow his damn nose instead of sniffling) and cold medicine (just take it already so we can both get some sleep!) and orange juice (my god, would you put something healthy in your body for a change?!). I feel kind of bad about it. I know it doesn't mean he loves me more.

I think it's because A. I use/used all my taking care of sick people patience and energy on the kids. I mean, I'm really good to them when their sick. And B. I just get annoyed because he won't take care of himself. No sick days for him. Nope he's got to be out there working. Without rest you don't get better. Plus he hates medicine and orange juice (or anything remotely resembling something healthy you might put into your body). Why is it so hard for men to take care of themselves?? And why am I not more sympathetic?

Don't get me wrong. I don't neglect him or anything. I mean, I'm the one who forced him to go get those suspicious moles looked at and removed. I rushed him to the hospital that summer he had the 105 fever. Tick bite, occupational hazard. I made the 3am trip to the ER with him when his gallbladder tried to explode. And then I was there all day every day the three days he was hospitalized. I've held his hand through stitches, metal shards in his eye, and finding out his heart valve will have to be replaced sometime in his fifties. I worry constantly about his health. And maybe that's the crux of my unsympatheticness (yeah, I made that word up. So what?) for the little things. It's his blatant refusal to take care of his health.

So men, my question for you is~ Do you take care of your health? If not, why???

And ladies~ how do you take care of your men? How do you get them to care about taking care of themselves?

Is every couple having this battle? Or is it unique to our situation? What say you?

shaking my head in consternation,
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