Thursday, November 23, 2006
Marriage is all about caring for each other. So last week, when my wife had the flue, I cared for her. I brought her tea and sandwiches, I went to the pharmacist’s for drugs, I gave her healing kisses and I let her take naps with her head on my lap.
Marriage is also about sharing. So she shared her viruses or bacteria with me.
Marriage has good days and bad days. So today I have a bad day, because I’ve got the flue.
This morning I woke up because someone was pounding with a hammer between my eyes. My eyes themselves felt as if someone was pumping fluid into them to blow them up. My sinuses were reaching their bursting-points too. And someone was inflating balloons in my ears. To top it all off, I got a mild cough and enough snot to supply a medium-sized metropolis. So I ate aspirins for breakfast which helped a lot and gives me a false sense of healing. Because from the moment I try to move an arm or a leg my muscles feel like a colony of vampires sucked the life out of them.
But the worst part is having to watch crappy TV-programmes all afternoon. I hate being ill, I can’t stand the boredom.