My dear spouse is almost never sick. He is virtually never ever sick enough to stay home from work.
I, on the other hand, am a walking attack of plague and allergy. For five days in a row, I have enjoyed a sensation like 10,000 tiny needle-footed ants walking over my body. As you might imagine, this makes it exceedingly hard to sleep. In fact, it keeps me awake through a dose of Benadryl that should fell a horse. So I have been laying awake for three or four hours every night full of pain, exhaustion, misery, and frustrated rage.
And then Dr. S had the effrontery to be annoyed when I asked him to go into work a little late. Because I didn't think I could take care of the children on three hours' sleep.
(I'm off to the doctor later so they can tell me to drink more water and moisturize. Inevitably. Gosh! I surely DIDN'T THINK OF THAT MYSELF.)
Eeeeee! So sorry this is going on. And boy do I hope the doctor actually fixes you, because even one day of what you describe would drive me mad. And I also hope your husband realizes what a toad he's being* calls in sick until this is over.
ReplyDelete*Please excuse me for calling your husband a toad. It just seems warranted.
(It's okay. He was a bit warty that day.)
ReplyDeleteThey gave me drugs and it's... a little better... and I am MOVING TO THE SOUTH. Where there is no winter. Then I'll complain about the earwigs and black widows and chiggers and... Southerners.
J--are you really moving south? Where? Please update!
ReplyDeleteAnd, of course, feel better soon.
Darcy
Darcy: alas, I meant it only as a statement of intent.
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