Sunday, July 01, 2018

Pestilence

What did I tell you? I knew what I was doing when I made sure not to kiss Larry hello when he returned from his trip on Thursday. I KNEW. Not 12 hours later that man was lying sick in bed. He spent all day lying down Saturday, too, drinking fluids and pretending he was going to be fine. This morning, noticing that he couldn't take a full breath in, I took him to Urgent Care.

In 27 years, I've never had to do that. Mostly because Larry's a guy, and what guy needs a doctor when there's duct tape and Motrin available? So, yeah, you can imagine how alarmed I felt when he willingly went along with my Urgent Care plan.

The doctor said Larry had a lower respiratory infection, but that his lungs sounded fine. (Right, that made no sense to me, either.) She gave him antibiotics in case it was bacterial and sent us on our merry way. He once again spent the day propped up in a living room chair, dozing and drinking fluids. Needless to say, I've been sleeping in Brian's room since Friday. Good thing that kid is still gallivanting around the Middle East, right?

Anna flew home from Israel on Friday, however, for a two-week visit. Luckily, she's ensconced in the basement guest room, far away from whatever foreign germs Larry is generously spreading throughout our house.

Bought three of these today...

To add to the excitement, Rachel returned from her week of Civil Air Patrol Encampment today. She left her voice somewhere 3 hours south of here, apparently. According to her, she had a great time making other Civil Air Patrol cadets march around in 90-degree heat every day. If you're as puzzled by this as we are, it pays to remember that she's always been a little odd. Loveable, of course, but, uh, different....

Oh, and Uncle Matt and his girlfriend drove down to visit us today. They were smart enough not to enter the house and took me and the 3 girls out for dinner instead. While Larry slept. It's his new hobby.

It's been sort of hectic, is what I'm trying to say here. All this activity is rather a shock after the halcyon days of last week. Those days already seem like a long ago dream. But I still managed to duck out for an hour of social knitting today (I do have my priorities, you know); I just had to promise to bring my ailing spouse a milkshake upon my return.

I drank a little of it first, though. Carrying charges...

10 comments:

  1. I call it the mom tax. You lose a few fench fries too that way. How smart are you in avoiding that welcome home illness? Great job.

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  2. I hope he feels better soon! And at least you have your memories of last week...

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  3. A little off the top of the milkshake makes it easier for him to sip through the straw. After all, he's weak and needs your help, right?
    I'm glad you're getting some visiting time in with the kids, in-between all of their gallivanting, but sorry Larry has been so ill. STAY HEALTHY!

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  4. You were a wise woman to avoid him. I hope he's feeling better soon.

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  5. Oh my!
    I hope he is feeling better very soon!
    And that you can open the windows, change the sheets, and dance around with your can of Lysol!

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  6. Having a sick spouse is NO fun. Especially in summer time.
    That Rachel, she surprises me all the time. She liked that, eh?

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  7. Hope Larry feels better soon!

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  8. Good thing you steered ckear of kissing, but how would you have time for that anyway with all the regular life stuff that kicked back in like cooking and driving people places. Thank heavens for that!

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  9. Sick spouses are rough - I hope he gets better soon! And excellent Sick Radar, for picking up on the impending illness!

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  10. Nothing worse than a sick man! Glad you didn't smooch him and that you have an extra bed lol

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