the death plague saga continues

day seven. seven days. seven days of having a sick husband. on day five he was supposed to go to the doctor. his symptoms include fever sweats, achy body, extremely sore throat to the point of being unable to eat the chili i made him because his throat is so raw, lots of mucous, possibly (is this possible?) too much saliva, super tiredness, super laziness, super not leaving the bedness, royally irritating his wife, being super irritable and snapping at everything said wife says and complaining about the massive amount of ricolas ingested.

on day five, his father came over and they had a discussion revolving around the fact that going to the dr is not going to make him better. thanks dude. not only this but others have had similar cold/viruses that have lasted two weeks. so we have another seven + days to go! yay!

on day six, i got home from work to have an actual conversation with my husband. an actual conversation! i've never been so happy! somehow, coughing up the mucous that was so large he gagged on it and spending the entire night hacking in the other room made it so that my husband had rounded the bend and i had him back! sort of. he still snapped at me when i suggested maybe he could go outside.

on day seven (yes today) he sends me a message "So if my mucus i coughed up looks like dijon mustard, is that bad?" of course that's not bad. what makes that bad? when you coughed up blood, that made me nervous. but dijon mustard? oh wait, internet research is telling me that you have tonsil stones. tonsil stones? what is this thing? that is so weird. nope, further research tells me that you are probably getting better.

please pray that we are on our way out of this and that i do not murder my husband.

selfish

you know what the hardest part about having a sick husband? i haven't been able to talk to anyone for days. i haven't been able to talk to my best friend about my work, my life, any random thing that happened to me. days have gone by and i didn't get any questions about my visit with my dad, my all day assembly, my 4+ hour drive. i have no one who cares about anything that i do. well, maybe not no one but at the same time it's really hard having no response to anything that you do. i know when i get home tonight i won't be able to talk about my day. i'll spend my time cleaning up and making sure someone else is taken care of... this is why i don't have kids. i'm obviously ridiculously selfish.

runvember

i'm feeling very unmotivated. run wise. it's cold out there and i'm super lazy all of a sudden. getting myself to move is like waiting for ketchup to come out. it takes forever so i need to be wacked.

so i'm going to do another 30 in 30. or #thirtyin30.  between skinnychickblog.com and bjones style #fitfabfallchallenge i guess november is the time to do it. plus, october's almost over so that would just be silly to try and do something in october. plus i have a lump of a shmuzband. he's sick. it's killing me. i'm at work and i'm basically sleeping. i have no idea how i've managed to not get sick so far. how does that happen? how can you be in such close quarters with someone, have them hacking on you all night and not get sick? i'm gonna go with my body is better than his.

plus, can we talk about sick men for a moment here? when i'm sick, i give myself the necessary rest and what not but i also know that things still need to get done. there's still cooking and cleaning if i want to eat/live.plus, i don't know about anyone else but i get to a point where i a) need to clean the sickness out of everything - how can you get better if you're still laying in your sick sheets with sick air surrounding you? b) need to move/get fresh air. see a. c) have to get stuff done. it doesn't matter if i'm sick. the world still moves on. and dishes don't get clean if i'm laying around feeling sorry for myself.

for the past 4 days, life has revolved around a certain sick person. he hasn't left the house. he's BARELY left the bed (not enough for me to change the sheets i can tell you that much. the one time i straightened out the blankets i was yelled at because i ruined the heat nook he had created.).never in my life have i ever called out sick for more than one day. not even when i drove myself to the hospital because i didn't think i would ever stop puking.

i hope he doesn't have strep again.

so in order to keep me going, here are some sick husband jokes.