Thursday, February 23, 2012

And Starring as Florence Nightingale

{before sunrise}

I'm pretty much in a state of suspended animation over here. See, that's what happens when The Husband gets sick. All else stops. I wanted to write all about Honey B's big birthday surprise last weekend, but no, I can't. I can't think about anything other than The Husband and his flu.

It's started with some sniffles late last week, a bit of a head cold, and of course he ignored it (I'm pretty sure because he didn't want to miss Honey B's party) but then when he came home from work Monday he wasn't well at all, and by the time he came home Tuesday night, he was down right icky. And then when he kept me up all through the night with his coughing, wheezing and moaning, I put my foot down and decreed that he would be staying in bed for the day, and only leaving it to go to the doctor (sometimes, one has to put the foot down and issue a decree).

So he went to the doctor and sure enough, he's icky with la grippe and is to stay home from work until Monday.

M O N D A Y

Oh me oh my, that's a lot of time to be taking care of The Husband.

This was yesterday...

Every few minutes a sad face would look up at me and say, "I die soon".

And I'd smile at him and pat his head.

Then he'd look at Fifty, "I die soon".

Fifty would look up for a second before resuming play with his green ball.

Then he'd call my mother in Texas, "I die soon. Can you come? Can you come here?"

(No, my mother cannot fly to France from Texas because you have the flu.)

And of course there was this; "Skippy! I need juice Skippy"and "Skippy! Where do you go Skippy?"

"uh, to check the mail, is that OK?"

"Yes. I die soon".

"OK"
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Some I'm asking you, in hopes of preserving my sanity... 
when you have the flu, what makes you feel better? 

bisou

35 comments:

  1. It may be too late, but zinc helps sometimes. Other than that, just lots of sleep. Poor husband. Poor you! Isn't it the worst when they're sick?

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  2. Yup. Sounds like the flu.

    I hope your hubby gets well soon and that you're getting tons of vitamin C to ward off the plague.

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  3. oh my!!! i hope and pray that your hubby will get well soon... having a sick family member is really so hard especially if all in the house are so busy with work, its really a sacrifice and effort to be able to take care of them... being Florence Nightingale is really tough and nursing sick people is really a calling... great post!!! kisses!!!

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  4. Oh my ...
    it's so funny!
    I have fever, I'm cough and colds ... full of ...
    Just one day quiet and then ... my husband with fever and colds and he say "I die soon" :)
    Incredible, all men are equal. When they are sick, they are like dying!!! Poor me and poor you my love! Courage ...
    Bisous, Babi

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  5. Oh, the man-flu can be tough! Hope he feels better soon!

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  6. i snorted i laughed so hard. and that was ten minutes after i read it the first time. then i read it to p-daddy and we laughed some more.
    i feel bad for G-Ton. i hope he pulls through.
    aidan xo

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  7. Man-flu is the worst! Just keep plying him with hot drinks and lemsip. A couple of hot toddys might do the trick!!
    ~Anne

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  8. It's time to put on his favorite rooster-flicks (a shot of testosterones won't hurt), leave him tons of fluids... and go write about Honey B' Birthday Party!!!
    Bon courage and tell Mister-The-Husband, please don't die.

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  9. I hope your husband feels better soon. It breaks my heart when my husband gets ill. My world pretty much stops as well. Here's hoping no one dies, but that's super cute. Thanks for stopping by my blog and leaving some love Sara <3

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  10. I have somehow dodged it... its been making the rounds with my nieces and nephew! Crossing my fingers that YOU don't get it!!!

    Oh and... chicken noodle soup... but who are we kidding, there is no Campbells soup in my town! Maybe yours?

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  11. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mz6DktXFvg4
    m.

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  12. warm tea with honey, soup, ginger ale. He sounds just like my husband when he's sick. The world stops! lol I love that he says "I die soon."

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  13. why do men revert back to being 5 years old when they're either sick or don't get their way? somebody explain! : ) hope he's better soon!

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  14. warm milk with honey! just warm a coffee mug of milk up in the microwave for 2 minutes, and then put in a spoonful of honey. It tastes delicious! you'll get addicted!

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  15. "I die soon"?? HOW MORBID. You tell that man to get his crud together. Begone la grippe - maybe some bourbon would help?

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  16. LOLOL - men really are babies when they're sick. You kinda have to laugh.

    For the flu? Nothing but sleep, broth, aspirin (I'm a traditionalist), and lots of retucking of sheets.

    You're a good woman!

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  17. Movie marathon for him. And wine (for you).

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  18. Hahahahaha! I die soon.
    NyQuil is always my best friend when I have the flu, but idk if they have that in Europe.
    Hopefully your husband gets better soon (and doesn't die).

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  19. I've had "la grippe" for 3 weeks. There were times I hoped I'd die soon, but so far it hasn't happened. Perhaps the Husband will recover - hope he takes care of you when you come down with it as well as you have taken care of him.

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  20. The flu is AWFUL. I hope your hubby feels better ASAP. :)

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  21. We males don't suffer in silence very well and we think our wives should be at our beck and call when we are sick. So for your sake Sara, I sure hope the Husband feels lots better soon.

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  22. Uffff, man flu! Harder on you or him? No, that might be mean. I feel sorry for him though (and you). Paracetamol for the fever & pains and movies! Good luck and lets hope he's starting to feel better very soon!

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  23. And that sounds about right. I die soon.

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  24. Poor buggar, I would say give him a kiss from me but I don't want you to catch it and give it to me Saturday. He is going to be leaveable by Saturday right? I don't want a manflu getting in the way of our having a good time! Fifty can administer his meds, keep him warm and lick his brow. No problems!

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  25. Usually I like to be left alone with saltine crackers and the TV remote. My husband, however, likes to whine and be waited on. And usually nothing will stop the whining. : )

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  26. Orange juice and chicken noodle soup, if that all fails leave him to his own accord to MAN UP!

    xx

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  27. This Florence Nightingale gleefully provides "Night Time" medications all day long. Sleep has healing qualities and keeps the pain in the ass quiet.

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  28. I have never *knock on wood* had the flu. Thank goodness. But hot liquids and lots of soup and crackers always make me feel good when I'm icky. By the way, I adore the husband's broken English. Too cute. Does he call you Skippy?

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  29. Gotta love how men become little babies when they're sick though. No? Too soon? Ok ok, I hope he feels better for your sanity and don't get sick yourself!

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  30. I'm very lucky, because my husband never has the man-flu, or any flu. Of course, it sounds like poor The Husband has the type of flu where one minute you feel like you're going to die, and the next minute you're afraid you won't. :-) Hope it's all over soon, for both your sakes.

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  31. He calls you Skippy? Well, that is sweet. Although probably not as sweet when spoken repeatedly by a needy, la grippe-ridden husband. I hope he's feeling better soon.

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  32. Hope your Florence is doing the rounds to good effect...terrible, this Grippe d'Homme...get well soon.

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  33. Oh god. That's either a masculin trait or a French trait, I can't decide. My husband always thinks he is dying. That he has appendicitis. That he has cancer. That he has meningitis. That he has hepatitis.

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  34. hahaha. of course... oh my. hope it's gotten a bit better by now!

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  35. La grippe is almost as bad as le gastro. When my husband has either it is like he had the plauge! When I have either I have to suck it up and life goes on as normal.

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