The last one truly is the rotten egg

The last person to get sick in our house gets the shaft.

I mean I'm just mentally done.  Done with being sick.  Done with being stuck in the house.  Done done done.

So it was good that yesterday Elaine was so agreeable while fighting a temp of 102.  We stayed on sick island - my room, my bed.  But we played.  Beauty salon, school etc.  We colored pictures.  We read books.  Occassionally she let me change the channel from Nickelodeon to something else.  I could escape and go downstairs to make lunch, unload the dishwasher, switch the laundry.

But not so today.

We had one of those nights.  Her fever waged a battle and won - creeping to 104.  She tossed and turned and talked in her sleep and moaned and rarely slept.  Covers on covers off.  And while I should have been sympathetic, was I?  No.  Because I am a selfish pig and done with this pig flu all I could think was "I am freaking tired, let me sleep would you?"

Of course I never said it out loud.  I got up and got more motrin.  More cough syrup (which never worked).  More water.  More ice packs.  I let her lay all over me.  I snuggled, I told stories, I brushed her hair and scratched her back.

Today sucks. 

And when this pig flu is over perhaps I can find my positive attitude.  But for now, the only lesson I've learned is that you shouldn't be the last one sick in this house.  Cuz we're all out of patience for it.

Poor Lainey.

Comments

[Farrell]

sounds to me like you did a fine job.