The Patient Who Requires Patience

The sick bug visited our house and bit me hard. Now, I admit I am a big baby when it comes to being sick. I like others to recognize the pain and agony I am being held captive by and I sure won't turn down any pity.

My husband, on the other hand, would rather be dead than pampered when ill, so, during our 5 years of marriage, we've had to find some common ground for how we deal with each other while under the weather. Fortunately, hubby has an immune system built of steel , so most of the adjusting has just been him figuring out how to put up with me until I feel better:)

I especially like to lay in bed and call out every few moments, "I'm sick...did you forget about me?", to which he usually responds, "You wouldn't let me if I tried!"

Forget antibiotics or Tylenol. When I'm sick, just give me some old fashioned attention and lots of it. Make my food and be present to bring me a cold rag before I even need one. Keep me company and constantly rub my back or stroke my hair. Never leave my side.

Clearly, I am not a high maintenance patient at all.

And things have only gotten worse since having a child. Nothing says pity party like having to care for your kiddo while battling nausea or fighting off the Flu. And if Park and I are ever sick at the same time, well, Chris should just tuck tail and run away!

So, in honor of my faithful husband who endured my constant whining and obnoxious sneezing over the past few weeks, I want to say thank you.

Thank you for taking Park on special dates to allow me 3 hour naps during the day. Thank you for waking up early to give me some extra rest. Thank you for pouring countless glasses of orange juice. Thank you for grocery shopping without being asked. Thank you for going in late and coming home early.

But most of all, thank you for not treating me the way you want to be treated when you are sick!

I love you and your cold, hard immune system.