January 29th, 2018

Oh dear, we have a sick person in the house.  Tim came home Friday from a week long business trip in Dallas,  He was tired, which is not unusual, but fine.  He was also fine on Saturday and a little more rested.  Sunday however, he woke up with a sore throat and a look of utter weariness. Oh dear.  He swallowed gingerly but nodded when I asked if he was ok.  The liar. I decided that we would just spend the day relaxing.  He did not argue.

​Ensconced on his sofa throne in the family room , clicker in hand, masses of pillows and a super soft blanket surrounding him, he tried very hard to feel good.  But he could not "wish" himself better.  I gave him the narrow eyed experienced mom-look and said, "I think you have a fever'.  "I do not" he returned rather grumpily.  "Hmmm" I said.  And then the cough began.  At first it was an occasional tiny little cough but it grew into a larger, impossible to disguise or hide, more frequent cough as the day went by.  I said, "I'm going to the store to get you some cough medicine.  Is there anything you would like?"  He shook his head no.  "AND I'm buying a thermometer" I announced.  He nodded in defeat. 

​I wandered the aisles picking up things that struck me as being yummy for a sick person with a sore throat:  cough medicine, Advil,  throat lozenges, lemon Italian ice, soup, mashed potatoes oh yeah, and a thermometer.  Not yummy, just to prove a point. Deny it all you like my dear, You Are Sick!

​Tim doesn't get sick very often but when he does, it's a thorough job.  Turns out I was right, he had a fever.  The cough medicine helped the cough a bit, the Advil is helping to keep the fever lower but not gone completely and sure, rest will help with the fatigue but who knows what sort of germ found him that we need to do battle with this time around.  I swear, airplanes are just giant petri dishes!  Nearly every time we fly, one or the other of us gets at least the sniffles if not something worse. Geez!  Flying should be labeled dangerous for your health!

​All those strangers, up close and personal, crammed way too close to each other, breathing each other's air for hours at a time.  I always wonder just how clean the seats are, the little buttons above our heads,  the bathroom!!   I'm not a germ freak (can't be having had three rambunctious boys - just impossible.) But y'know, the thought crosses my mind for just a tiny moment each time we board a plane that has just disgorged a hundred or so other people, that they could not possibly have had the time to properly truly clean that thing between unloading and reloading passengers.  Just sayin'.

​If necessary, I will drag him to the doctor's office of course, but for now, we fight the good fight with Delsym, soup and popsicles!  

​Word to the wise, when you travel,  for goodness sakes, don't touch anything!  And try to stay healthy!