I knew Monday I couldn’t be in public with this cough, and I assumed I couldn’t be seen at the doctor’s before work, so I swung by the Urgent Care on the way in to work. Looking to score some cough medicine.
Bronchitis. I was expecting cough medicine, I got antibiotics and instructions that I should cough as much as possible. The antibiotics puzzled me, especially since they were approved right below a poster reading “JUST SAY NO TO ANTIBIOTICS.” Then again, I guess the doctor was just trying to protect my now-feeble immune system against secondary infections.
The people at work heard one coughing fit and sent me home. Gary immediately left for his parents. I vegetated and watched my pajama top bounce about as my bronchi kicked at it.
Today I dutifully coughed.
Gary slept till four. He came in and announced that in the future, he would make food he wanted to eat and if I wanted to eat some of his food I would be welcome. Just to be clear, he would not be cooking for me, but if I wanted to eat some of the food he made independently this would be permitted. This is only fair, since for years I have been making food for MYSELF ALONE and letting him eat of it.
Okay. Whatever. I’m too tired to even roll my eyes.
5 responses to “Geh”
Eat of the food. You must keep up your strength.
Sheesh! Does this mean you’ll have to run to get your clothes into HIS load of laundry, too?
Have you had a pneumonia immunization shot?
Hattie – He hasn’t been eating of the food, he’s been eating of the cereal and ALL of the cottage cheese.
~~Silk – I am puzzled. We’ve always had separate laundry. I’ve done my own laundry since I was ten. I tried to do Gary’s laundry once when I wasn’t working the summer we were first married and I got an earful. I haven’t had any shots.Do they make the pneumonia vaccine with eggs? I can’t take any of those.
What?!!! You’ve never unballed crisp socks, shaken out the sleeves of work shirts, used tongs to transport underpants to the washing machine, sighed over five casual shirts a week worn for just one evening each? Envy! At least I haven’t done his ironing for the last 15 years or so – to everyone else’s astonishment and horror, I might add.
Big Dot – nope! None of those things. Of course, Gary doesn’t do those things either. He buys new underwear more often than he washes it.