What a miserable day to be sick. Spring is happening. The weather couldn't have been more beautiful. A perfect day to climb. Or bike. Or both. Instead, John had a blazing fever and a case of the pukes. When his head stopped spinning for a few hours, we played some Scrabble to distract from the misery.
And yes, despite his stricken state, John beat me.
As miserable as it is be to sick, I love the care and attentiveness that comes with it. My mom would always bring breakfast, lunch, and dinner up to my bed on a tray. A folded napkin under the silverware. I could expect Saltines, Cherry 7-up, pudding in a cup, and Chicken and Stars soup. Sometimes my dad would bring home a side of mashed potatoes from KFC. After my surgery, John got a Wii so we could play Super Mario Bros during the weeks of bed rest. I think he also got it to distract me from the awesome ski days everybody else was seeming to have.
I must admit, it is quite nice to be the nurturer too. It feels satisfying to take care of somebody you love. I feel more important running an errand to the market when I have cough drops in my basket. I made sure to add an extra serving of love to my bread before baking it. Find yourself feeling nauseous yet?
Oliver loves to give snuggles when we are sick. It always helps us feel better.
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