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Published on September 23, 2005 By crimson In Blogging
Having an ear infection is like using a free ticket for the tilt-a-whirl.

Mind you, I'm not entirely positive that it's an ear infection or just congested sinuses. Either way, it's funny that I find this unsteadiness, this lightheadedness alarming, when, as a youth (okay, even now) I would pay good money for the same feeling when the party vibe is ringing.

Feeling unable to articulate the simplest of sentences out loud has caused my sister to flee. Instead she's set me up with a box of super-soft Kleenex, a litre of OJ with pulp, and a bottle of my favorite Extra Strength Motrin. She's programmed Duran Duran into the computer, and has headed for the hills, or, rather my parents' place instead.

I've blown off work 2 days in a row now, and am seriously contemplating a third. My girl is sick as well, and had the day off yesterday, too. We spent the last 24 hours coughing, sweating, sneezing and sniffling together, alternately on the couch in the living room, or curled up under the duvet in the bedroom. She really alarmed me when she said that her stomach hurt. I didn't think I could handle vomit at that point. However, I was saddened to realize that I just hadn't fed her enough food. Instead, I had been giving her massive amounts of juice, popsicles, and water. No solids. Unfortunately, if I don't feel like eating, she has to pretty much bang me over the head to make she that she gets fed as well, it seems.

I sent her off to school this morning because by yesterday evening it was apparent that she wasn't as sick as I was, but merely wanted to just stay at home. She spent the better part of the early evening begging to go bike riding, or for a nice healthy walk downtown. I refused, of course, and threatened to tell her teacher that she faked me out. She was fairly subdued after that. She's got the sniffles, yes, but there's no sign of fever, yet I still managed to con her into taking a nap with me.

It's times like these where I strongly yearn for someone else to be a part of our lives. Someone to take care of me when we're down, and to have that person know that I've got their back as well. Nothing says loving like a knowing look, and a person who puts themselves firmly in line of the first cold of the season in order to take care of somebody else.

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