Both Of Us Are Sick
I am sick. Aiva is sick. Together we are a big pile of miserable. Our current rate of snot production is about two litres per hour. That’s not entirely accurate as that measurement is only what makes it into a tissue. It would be impossible to estimate the amount that goes down the back of our throats while we sleep. Not that we are getting much sleep.
I’ll take the blame for this one because I got sick first and passed it along therefore it’s pretty hard to deny that I started it. We shouldn’t be surprised though because Aiva is going through merger hell at work; I had a vicious month end and am over-training for my cycling race in two weeks. All this undue stress eventually takes it toll – and the currency used to pay that toll is snot.
Our nutritional daily intake is now reduced to gelato, juice, vitamins and Sudafed. Sometimes I shake things up with an Extra Strength Tylenol before bed just for fun. Generally, Aiva is handling being sick with more grace than I am. With the exception of the sneezing fits that make her look like an Epileptic with Tourette's, she just sounds congested. I on the only hand, require anyone that will listen to fully understand the extent of my suffering (hence this entry). I’m splayed out across on the bed with the back of my hand of my forehead like some 40’s crime movie victim. One look at me and you know immediately that I have a set of lungs filled with gunk, two ear infections and judging from the glassy eyes, it’s possible that my puppy just got run over. I just don’t do “sick” gracefully. I do, however, do “victim” pretty convincingly.
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