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October 12, 2005
Blogthing Frenzy XIV and My Poor Feverish Hubby
| You Are Placid and Peaceful |
It's just that you don't need them to be happy You're content with life as is... no need to change it Just make sure to let loose a little every now and then! |
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Usually, Husband's internal thermostat is faster than mine. He's usually the one with just a sheet over him, while I have the sheet and the blanket. But last night, he was chilled in our bedroom--wearing pants, a t-shirt, and socks, and under the sheet and blanket--so I knew he really was sick.
He and I stayed up late Monday to work on his massive grading pile, and when we woke the next day he had a fever (very slight) and just felt bad. (My mom would say "He just felt puny.") Yesterday he limped into school because he didn't have the energy to put substitute teacher plans together (you have to be practically at death's door to go to the trouble of putting sub plans together...not to mention the ignominy* of actually trusting your class to a stranger).
He emailed me to pick him up early, but I didn't get the email till too late, so he was stuck at school till 5:30! Poor guy. He loaded his bags into the car, and as usual I was waiting for him in the passenger seat, but he asked me to drive. He really must be sick! I hugged him and it was like hugging the sun: he just felt hot.
The traffic was bad, and I tried a new route (it failed. I'll just stay on the interstate), and instead of chatting with me, paying attention to the roads, or commentating on the NPR commentators (I won't call them news anchors) with me, he just cranked his seat back. It took a long time to get home, and he just got into bed and napped while I finished dinner and dessert, and I got him up after about an hour.
We watched Gilmore Girls, The Amazing Race, then went to bed. I took his temp, and it was about 101! If you've never hugged a feverish person before, let me tell, you it was weird. Even his fingers were hot! But he was chilled, even under the covers, so I got him a twin comforter to go on top of the blankets. I surely didn't need any more covers; the heat radiating off him was enough to keep me warm. I barely needed the sheet! Before we fell asleep, I told him to wake me if he needed anything.
So at 2:45, he woke me. He was standing by his side of the bed, and I immediately assumed the worst**, but it was only that he had sweated so much his sheets were damp. But he wasn't feverish anymore (yay! He's not a furnace)! So I went and got the other sheets and we remade the bed. I made him drink another glass of water, since he was sick. While we were falling back asleep, he said, "Honey, thank you for being so nice."
It's just as easy to be nice and it was just really great to take care of him that way. It makes me love him more.
But we woke again about 45 minutes later, because the sheets were damp again. There were no more clean sheets, so he just put a towel down over the damp spot.
Then this morning, he wanted me to drive again, which means he's still feeling a little low. Poor guy.
But you know, it really is just as easy to be pleasant. If I were to be crabby or rude when he needs my help, I might as well not help him. And it's such a nice feeling to be needed. However, the question is: do I help him in order to make sure he notices I'm nice, or do I help him because I love him? I certainly don't know, but I'll have plenty chances in our future, I'm sure, to be nice to him just because I love him.
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*"Good use of the word ignominy, Worker!" Why, thank you for the compliment.
**No, he has good bladder control.
Frenzied! , Just Chatter , Ponderings. | By The Newest Worker | 10:33 PM
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