Variations on the same theme
Me when I'm sick: sleep, sleep, force some liquid down my throat, eat my vitamins, drinks green tea and citrus related beverages, sleep, sleep some more, try eating by usually feeding myself. Sleep some more. Shower. Hate showering. Want to die. Sleep.
Mike: get me to run and get him Dayquil, make him lunch, hates lunch I make (okay he ate it all but still hated how spicy it was), manages to make it to the recliner most of the way through work, refuses the blanket I offer him, crawls underneath it once I shove it on him, wakes up to mumble about pretending to work some more, try to feed him thera flu so he can back to work if he needs to, manages to dump that thera flu on himself, changes shirts, tells work he's sick (finally), and crawls back under blanket to die while mumbling and begging Rande to sleep on him.
Taking care of a sick man beast is hard. Think I'm going to walk the dog, watch more Sons of Anarchy, and maybe eventually take a shower.
Mike: get me to run and get him Dayquil, make him lunch, hates lunch I make (okay he ate it all but still hated how spicy it was), manages to make it to the recliner most of the way through work, refuses the blanket I offer him, crawls underneath it once I shove it on him, wakes up to mumble about pretending to work some more, try to feed him thera flu so he can back to work if he needs to, manages to dump that thera flu on himself, changes shirts, tells work he's sick (finally), and crawls back under blanket to die while mumbling and begging Rande to sleep on him.
Taking care of a sick man beast is hard. Think I'm going to walk the dog, watch more Sons of Anarchy, and maybe eventually take a shower.