Yes, I’m sick. Your basic head cold, cough til it scorches your throat kind of thing. Started with the 15 year old and worked it’s way through to the 2 year old and finally, after being the receiver of all of their bodily fluids in some form or other, it got me. But , [martyr voice on] I’ve still cared for them all, worked myself half to death, had very little sleep and finally this afternoon, came home from running an errand and almost passed out. [end martyr voice or at least a temporarily suspend it]. Thankfully the little bald-headed boy with the stupid name was on and my two year old was happy to sit in my lap and watch the show until my older daughter came home and I could go officially pass out. Well, at least until I had to get up to drive one here and get a birthday present and drive another one there and make dinner and the usual. So now I actually feel a bit better, but it’s the only time I have to garner a little sympathy. So would you mind giving me a few "oh poor thing"s or something. And the dishwasher could really be run. And the kitchen floor isn’t looking too clean. The bathroom is really a wreck, as a matter of fact. Has anyone fed the dog yet?
Oh, you poor thing.
This would be the wrong time for a SARS joke, right?
Poor thing. You need to go lie down, you’re looking peaked. Here, I’ll bring you some chicken soup and/or lemonade (REAL lemonade, with lemon slices in it). Do you think you could manage to keep down a grilled cheese sandwich or two? How about tuna salad, then?
Seriously, it’s always the family caretaker who gets it last, and I think that the family should either pitch in and help the caretaker, or get a maid/nurse for a few days.
Bless you, bless you both. Yes, Lynn I think I will go lie down and I agree completely on the maid thing. REAL lemonade? This is better than I hoped for.
You know lno, I just might be able to use the whole SARS angle, now that you mention it…hmmm…“Mommy might be terribly, terribly contagious. You should all quickly pack and leave for a few days. Quick now, I’m about to cough again. Feed the dog before you go.”
::tucks in Salem:: There. Now drink some hot tea with lemon, here it is. Make your throat feel better, and open up those sinuses. Meanwhile, lemme… Let’s see… Mop. I think I can do that. If you need more tea, or more blankets, or something, lemme know. Oh, and I’ll be bringing you some coloring books if you remain sick for more than two days (Don’t ask why. I do it for all my bed-ridden friends. Gives 'em something fun to do that you can still enjoy if you have a headache or something.)
Poor baby 
Here you go, Salem, a nice Spa Wrap (a bag filled with rice and herbs, kind of like a non-electric heating pad) warmed up in the microwave to keep off the chill. I’ve also fed and cuddled the dog and told him (her?) Mommy will be back on her feet soon. What kind of dog am I cuddling?
Take care,
CJ
Like I said in another thread [sup]Life ain’t fair.[/sup]
Aw, Salem honey, I didn’t mean to wake you – you just roll over and go back to sleep. I’ll be in the kitchen cleaning up and starting dinner. Here, let me take away these empty glasses and cups and fluff your pillow – oops, here’s your teddy bear, he seems to have gotten tossed out of the bed – okay, back to sleep with you.
Coloring books, blankets, tea and a warm rice bag and a sad poor baby? You people are too kind. The floor is glowing. And the dog is content. (You actually have your choice of a keeshond or a basset hound, seige.)
And kniz, you’re so right, my life isn’t fair, but it’s the burden I bear and willingly so in order to take care of the needs of my family, even whilst I suffer the seige* of congestion. (see I told you the martyr voice would come in handy again.)
*not the poster now known as seige of course. cj, doing a vanity search now could be real fun!
Poor thing.
Here’s a mug of hot coffee with rum in it. You just sip it and relax. It’s decaf, so it won’t keep you awake if you want to nod off again.
My uncle had the same thing and 40 years later he died. Better take care of yourself.
Get well soon.
twickster, you are such a dear. Never has my pillow been fluffed so expertly. Actually, I don’t think it’s ever been fluffed. And RT, how sweet of you to think of the decaf angle. I’m going to change into my black, gauzy shirt in your honor. As soon as I’m finished suffering, of course. According to Khadaji, though, that could take awhile. Did he have a slight pain in his ears, too, Khadaji? You’re absolutely right, I better just crawl back into bed with my fluffy pillow.