My husband came down with some sort of virus while we were away this weekend – congestion, cough, aches but no fever, that kind of thing. But he’s a man, so he went to work to share it. He’s already given it to me, I think, based on how I was starting to feel this afternoon.
He decided he really didn’t want much supper, so I decided to make soup and sandwiches. Since he gets home about quarter to five, I started getting things together about 4:15. So I was in the kitchen in the back of the house and didn’t see her coming.
Suddenly I heard a light tap on the storm door and a quiet “hello …” Dang! Timing is everything and she does this whenever she drops by unannounced – comes when I’m trying to do something. Okay, smile … invite her in, tell her not to hug me since she has congestive heart failure and doesn’t need this virus. Offer her a seat and sit down myself. She says she doesn’t want to disturb me and will only be five minutes.
She had just been at my sister’s house to pick something up and wanted to see if my son was going to be able to help them out at the fair this year. God bless him, he said yes as he scurried around getting ready to leave for work at 4:25. Like I said, timing.
My son left. Lucky boy. We talked … and talked …and . . . I heard about the casino trips and a couple of wins at the slot machines. Either she’s getting luckier or they’ve adjusted their payouts since the last time I went. Talked about my sister and brother-in-law. Talked about how my step dad is going to have trouble hauling the wood up the stairs this year. I told her we’ve offered to help but, since we aren’t psychic, they needed to call us when the wood arrived and when the wood-box needed filling. (We haven’t installed the surveillance camera yet.) We talked about the guy who had bought a piece of land next to them. He had started building a house on it, run into ledge that stopped construction and subsequently passed away (not related to building the house). Now the two “kids” he left it to have started using it as a “dump” for box-springs and mattresses. Great. Another crisis. She said they should have sold the big house 7 or 8 years ago – excuse me, did I hear right? Maybe my ears are playing tricks on me. I thought I heard my mother say, in not so many words, that we were right and she had been wrong. Oh, but she’s moved on to another topic. Darn, I wanted to clarify that one!
My husband came home on time. I know he was delighted to find company when he still feels like … oh, you know. I could tell by the look he gave me. I had started putting supper together while we talked, but when my husband got home, I sat him down to talk to my mom so I could finish making supper. Finally, just before five o’clock, my mom decided she should get to the market so they could have supper, too. Her five minutes had really been 45 minutes. But that’s how my mother tells time.
My husband took a brief nap after supper. I guess my mom sapped whatever energy he came home with. He amazes me, though. A 20 minute nap refreshes him like a full night’s sleep (or 2 or 3) does for me. Envy!
Now he’s feeling a little bit better – pretty good, what supper, a nap and a hot shower can do. Maybe he’ll be feeling all better tomorrow – in time to take care of me. It’s the least he can do, since he gave me the virus. I really hope I don’t get is as badly as he has, but I may be hoping in vain. The second person in a family to get an illness usually gets it worse because they’ve been exposed to more germs/viruses than the first person, who picked it up at work. Lots more close contact at home than at the office – at least than most offices.
We both need to be feeling up to snuff by Saturday. My husband’s nephew/godchild is getting married and we have to be there. If either of us is still sick, we shouldn’t go. With all the kissy face stuff at weddings, sometimes with folks you don’t even know. We could start an epidemic. This wedding is going to be on the day when they weather changes yet again (as always, in New England). The hazy, hot and humid stuff will be back just in time for the wedding. I do so poorly in that weather. I suspect it has to do with my excess weight. Whatever. If you never read another post from me, you’ll know that I melted away at the wedding and there wasn’t enough of me left to save.
I used to enjoys going to weddings more than I do now; I suspect that, too, is a result of carrying around many more pounds than I once did. Hopefully the weight loss center UMass Medical Ctr will get me back to where I felt better. Then I’ll be able to enjoy my daughter’s wedding (if & when it should come). I’ll find some wedding to enjoy.
I think my sleep medication must be starting to kick in because I’m having a bit more trouble focusing and I’m starting to take micro naps sitting here at the keyboard. Not even the Red Sox game tightening up can keep my attention. If you find I’ve published this with kkkkkkkkkkkkkkk a lot of letters where they don’t belong, you’ll know I’m down for the count. My mother wore me downnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn……………………………