Devoted Spouse had to wake me up at 4 am to announce his throat was sore and dry. It was imperative I be given that information. Then he and the dog rolled over and went back to sleep.
My house is now quarantined. I thought I had been sick for a couple of weeks. I got nothing on Devoted Spouse. He sounds like a Canada Goose in 3 part harmony. Honk, honk, honk. I thought I was hacking up pieces of lung while I had this Ohio Crud. I do believe I saw him spit a piece of his gallbladder onto the coffee table earlier. Blechh.
He’s on the couch. I’m busy Clorox-wiping every possible surface in a 5-mile radius he could have touched. I’m exhausted. Crap he blew his nose and touched something. Wipe, wipe, wipe. I thought about getting out the latex gloves and the face mask but I was afraid it might give him ideas. So I have put him in another part of the house and I’m keeping my distance.
Me: “Honey, Can I get you anything?” (pls say no)
Him: “No, I’m okay, honk, honk, hack, sniffle. Maybe some of that tea with honey and lemon might be good.”
Me: Get.Away.From.Me.You.Germ.Infested.Monster. (makes tea and deposits on coffee table then rushes to scrub hands until they bleed.)
Winter in Ohio – home of the never-ending cold. At least Devoted Spouse has a dr’s appointment that had already been scheduled for today – I told him to request a Z-pak just in case. Then again, just being in the waiting room, he’ll probably pick up bubonic plague and bring it home to me.
It’s a shame we have several inches of snow on the way – coz that means he’ll have to bundle up his sick self and go use the snow blower. I can’t do it – my back still hurts from the earlier tree fiasco. It’s as if Christmas hasn’t left…rhinovirus – the gift that keeps on giving…sigh…