When I’m not feeling well I’m not the most pleasant person to be around. I prefer closing my bedroom door and shutting out the noise of the world. I can be needy and downright whiny when I am under the weather. It was during a time of illness, when my husband learned these things about me and I, in turn, learned just how nurturing he is.
I caught the stomach flu and immediately realized it is by far the most embarrassing illness a person could have. As his new wife, I was in a panic trying to figure out how I could hide from my husband the upcoming various sounds and noxious smells I was sure my body would be emitting. I had to use my most critical thinking skills. I knew very soon I would have to put my plan into action.
Firstly, I would use the toilet in the house that has the most reassuring flush. This flush has to be certain to get rid of all my demons. Secondly, I would turn on the exhaust fan to remove the smell of shame I was confident would waft into the hallway. Thirdly, I would play the radio REALLY loud.
When the moment arrived unannounced I was ready and off I ran up the stairs. Afterwards I walked out of the bathroom assured and somewhat relaxed knowing I had kept my reputation in tact. I limped back to the bed and fell fast asleep.
I was awakened a while later to find my husband standing next to me with a grocery bag and a smile. “I bought some soup for you“ he said, and “I have it heating on the stove. I also picked up a few more things I thought you could use”. He handed me the bag, I thanked him and he left the room.
Theraflu and a can of Glade.
Just Lovely…
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