Tuesday, January 1, 2008

The Reports Of My Death Have Been Greatly Exaggerated

Nothing will kill the romance of an afternoon in bed quite like his and hers 102 degree fevers.

In the 23 years we've been together, this is only the second time we been ill simultaneously. Normally, the well one does a very good job of taking care of the not-so-well one but when both spouses are sick, it becomes every man for himself. I'm grateful to my brother for delivering chicken soup and Gatorade. We weren't capable of taking care of ourselves let alone each other.

Our fevers broke briefly on Monday so we were able to shower and change the sheets. This was necessary because our bedroom started to smell like tomato sauce that had been left on the stove overnight. An hour later we were back up to 101.

I'm still feverish but my husband's temp seems to be down. We're just hoping we can get through the day without coughing up hideous gray matter.

Of course, my husband lost seven pounds and I didn't lose one.

I'm going to try to shower. I look as bad as I feel. Although I seem to have invented a new hairstyle. I call it my James Traficant up-do.

My New Year's Resolution? I will get a flu shot in 2008.

2 comments:

Michele T. said...

Ugh, I hope you both feel better soon! Makes me thankful all I have is this phlegmy throat thing!

lisa said...

oh no, that's terrible! I just had it too. At the height of it last week, I was on the road alone. I stayed in bed in my dark hotel room all day and medicated myself enough to go do my shows despite the fever and so congested that I couldn't tell if my voice was projecting. I was dizzy and seeing spots! I don't know how I got through it.