a girl i used to know had a little song she would sing when she didn't feel good. "i feel bad/i feel bummed/how i wish that/spring would come/i got a code in mah node."
you can translate that last line to 'i've got a cold in my nose.'
oh, not me. the Husband.
just a little head cold, but enough to make him stay home from work. which really is saying something for him. so i'm shovelling chicken tortellini soup down his gullet and hoping for the best.
like his cough to stop.
he has this cough that sounds like he's hurling. completely grosses me out.
i'm not a good nurse. thankfully, he doesn't like to be coddled. my grandmother wanted to be a nurse. found all things medical fascinating.
i do, too...to a degree. but dang, i do NOT like to deal with sick people. throw some dirt on it and get back in the game.
somehow i didn't get that sympathy gene. which is surprising, i got everything else from my grandmother.
but in the meantime, he's sick, and i'm hoping to not get it.
so it's lots o' chicken soup for him, and Airborne for me.
and thankfully not much in tender loving care.
ain't i a stinker?