Sick invades again
Not me this time. Thank the Primes...
Rich came home from work Monday night feeling like all out crap and went to bed early. By the middle of that night he was running a fever and had a burning, sore throat. Best guess? Probably the flu.
Poor boy has slept all day under a heap of blankets, only getting up to pee or when I play nurse and bring him meds. I've been alternating doses of ibuprofen and NyQuil (or DayQuil) about every three hours, and have done my best to get him to drink fluids when he's awake (he won't do it on his own). He's still awfully warm, though. If his fever doesn't come down by tomorrow afternoon, I might have to skip work and drag him to the doc.
And as much as I feel bad for him, I keep groaning to myself over the prospect of getting sick again. He makes it very difficult to avoid that.
When Rich gets sick like this, he turns into a big roll of Saranwrap. Seriously. The dude clings like you would not believe. When I went to sleep last night, the first thing he did was roll over and cling to me, breathing right in my face. And I know he's just looking for comfort because he feels so horrible, and I hate to turn him down when he is feeling so bad, but... Yeah. It's like a guarantee that I'm gonna get sick. *sigh*
Still, even in the middle of this problem, I have found something to amuse me. I even drew it! XD
Saranwrap.
Rich came home from work Monday night feeling like all out crap and went to bed early. By the middle of that night he was running a fever and had a burning, sore throat. Best guess? Probably the flu.
Poor boy has slept all day under a heap of blankets, only getting up to pee or when I play nurse and bring him meds. I've been alternating doses of ibuprofen and NyQuil (or DayQuil) about every three hours, and have done my best to get him to drink fluids when he's awake (he won't do it on his own). He's still awfully warm, though. If his fever doesn't come down by tomorrow afternoon, I might have to skip work and drag him to the doc.
And as much as I feel bad for him, I keep groaning to myself over the prospect of getting sick again. He makes it very difficult to avoid that.
When Rich gets sick like this, he turns into a big roll of Saranwrap. Seriously. The dude clings like you would not believe. When I went to sleep last night, the first thing he did was roll over and cling to me, breathing right in my face. And I know he's just looking for comfort because he feels so horrible, and I hate to turn him down when he is feeling so bad, but... Yeah. It's like a guarantee that I'm gonna get sick. *sigh*
Still, even in the middle of this problem, I have found something to amuse me. I even drew it! XD
Saranwrap.