I very rarely get sick. When I was a child, I definitely had my sickly moments but as an adult, I rarely get sick. It seems like whenever the flu or a nasty cold hits my house everyone gets sick but me. I run around the house cleaning out puke buckets, fetching juice, resupplying Kleenex, and measuring out medicine. I happily do this for my children because I am their mother and that’s my job. I will gladly hold back their hair and rub their back while their poor little body vomits hot dog, mac-n-cheese, and chicken nuggets all night long. Course if I ate chicken nuggets I think I might puke too. Anyway, I gladly do this for my children. Let me be clear here, my children and I only have two, but when the flu comes around, Tom suddenly has the same demands, sometimes more, than Megan and Hailey. I have never heard anyone vomit quite like Tom. It sounds like he is vomiting up every last drop of fluid in his stomach along with the stomach itself and perhaps a few other vital organs for good show. I’ll call into the bathroom to him and ask if he is okay. Does he need anything? Tom will call back in between thundering, retching bouts of vomit, “I’m okay. Go back to sleep.” Then inevitably another round of very vocal vomiting will ensue. Right… go back to sleep. Sure thing.
Usually by the time I have aided three people through the stomach flu or a nasty cold, I am wishing that I could come down with the sickness so I can have a few days to lie in bed and have someone take care of me. But no such luck. Not so much as a sniffle. Not so much as indigestion.
Recently Tom came down with a nasty sinus infection. It seems like he will inevitably come down with a cold right before he is supposed to go out of town for a business meeting. That was the case in this situation. I of course hounded him that he needed to go see his doctor and he needed to stay home from the meeting and be in bed. He did go to the doctor which surprised me. He got some meds but ignored the instructions to stay in bed for a couple of days. Instead he packed up and went to his meeting. This annoyed me because I know that it will take him longer to get healthy if he doesn’t rest. This means that upon his return from his business trip, I will have to listen to him constantly complaining about how awful he feels while he is lounging around the house asking if I can get him a sip of water, fluff his pillow, and fetch him a blanket. O.K. that might be a slight exaggeration. He does fluff his own pillow.
Now, what often puzzles me is the reaction my daughters have to their father’s illnesses. They become extremely concerned. They borderline sheer panic and on the verge of holding a bedside vigil for their ailing father who in their opinion is knocking on death’s door. Cancel school, call the mortuary and put them on alert, light candles, and sit by his bedside crying and reliving the glory moments of the past 8-10 precious years. This explanation is necessary in order to fully understand and appreciate the following events.
So Tom went ahead and went on his business trip, and it happened that my daughter’s school was doing a fundraiser one night while he was gone. The fundraiser was at a local restaurant. The teachers help out with the serving and the school gets a percentage of the profits for the night. I love these fundraisers because I can help the school raise some money without buying outrageously over priced wrapping paper or stale chocolates, and I get a night off from cooking. It's a win, win situation. My daughters were sitting at our table eating their dinner. I got up to get something and was stopped by Hailey’s teacher. She said she was very concerned because Hailey had mentioned she was worried about her father who is very sick. The teacher asked me if he was okay. I could see the genuine concern in the teacher’s face. I’m sure she could see the genuine irritation in mine. I calmly explained that Tom simply has a sinus infection, and he will be fine. Thank you for your concern.
Back at the table I explained to my daughters that their father has a simple sinus infection, not cancer, and he will be fine. Hailey said that she was just very worried about her dad and felt the need to discuss this with her teacher. Megan looked at me with complete seriousness and shock at my apparent lack of compassion and said, “Well Mom, he is very sick. I told my teacher he has lungitis.”
WHAT??? What the heck is lungitis? Are you kidding me? Does the whole school know about Tom and his apparent serious case of life threatening lungitis? It’s a sinus infection people!
In all fairness, I did get sick one time last year. I got to lie around in bed for a few days. I was only interrupted a couple of times by one of the daughters wanting to know when I would be making dinner. When there was no response I assume she managed to find something to eat on her own. When I emerged from my bed a few days later, it became clear that the family did not want me to feel left out of their events from the past few days. So they left everything out on the counters, floor, and furniture. Thanks so much. I guess it’s just not worth getting lungitis.
Usually by the time I have aided three people through the stomach flu or a nasty cold, I am wishing that I could come down with the sickness so I can have a few days to lie in bed and have someone take care of me. But no such luck. Not so much as a sniffle. Not so much as indigestion.
Recently Tom came down with a nasty sinus infection. It seems like he will inevitably come down with a cold right before he is supposed to go out of town for a business meeting. That was the case in this situation. I of course hounded him that he needed to go see his doctor and he needed to stay home from the meeting and be in bed. He did go to the doctor which surprised me. He got some meds but ignored the instructions to stay in bed for a couple of days. Instead he packed up and went to his meeting. This annoyed me because I know that it will take him longer to get healthy if he doesn’t rest. This means that upon his return from his business trip, I will have to listen to him constantly complaining about how awful he feels while he is lounging around the house asking if I can get him a sip of water, fluff his pillow, and fetch him a blanket. O.K. that might be a slight exaggeration. He does fluff his own pillow.
Now, what often puzzles me is the reaction my daughters have to their father’s illnesses. They become extremely concerned. They borderline sheer panic and on the verge of holding a bedside vigil for their ailing father who in their opinion is knocking on death’s door. Cancel school, call the mortuary and put them on alert, light candles, and sit by his bedside crying and reliving the glory moments of the past 8-10 precious years. This explanation is necessary in order to fully understand and appreciate the following events.
So Tom went ahead and went on his business trip, and it happened that my daughter’s school was doing a fundraiser one night while he was gone. The fundraiser was at a local restaurant. The teachers help out with the serving and the school gets a percentage of the profits for the night. I love these fundraisers because I can help the school raise some money without buying outrageously over priced wrapping paper or stale chocolates, and I get a night off from cooking. It's a win, win situation. My daughters were sitting at our table eating their dinner. I got up to get something and was stopped by Hailey’s teacher. She said she was very concerned because Hailey had mentioned she was worried about her father who is very sick. The teacher asked me if he was okay. I could see the genuine concern in the teacher’s face. I’m sure she could see the genuine irritation in mine. I calmly explained that Tom simply has a sinus infection, and he will be fine. Thank you for your concern.
Back at the table I explained to my daughters that their father has a simple sinus infection, not cancer, and he will be fine. Hailey said that she was just very worried about her dad and felt the need to discuss this with her teacher. Megan looked at me with complete seriousness and shock at my apparent lack of compassion and said, “Well Mom, he is very sick. I told my teacher he has lungitis.”
WHAT??? What the heck is lungitis? Are you kidding me? Does the whole school know about Tom and his apparent serious case of life threatening lungitis? It’s a sinus infection people!
In all fairness, I did get sick one time last year. I got to lie around in bed for a few days. I was only interrupted a couple of times by one of the daughters wanting to know when I would be making dinner. When there was no response I assume she managed to find something to eat on her own. When I emerged from my bed a few days later, it became clear that the family did not want me to feel left out of their events from the past few days. So they left everything out on the counters, floor, and furniture. Thanks so much. I guess it’s just not worth getting lungitis.