I have become a decidedly bad patient.
I don't whine particularly (at least, I hope I don't.)
But, to my husband's annoyance, I don't.. um..
rest well. There are things to be done, you see.
I want to do things on my schedule, not the one
dictated by the viruses and the (yes) bacterias.
I also, might be, just a tad... stubborn.
So one thing led to another, and I've got a bottle
of what may be the largest antibiotic pills I've
ever seen. The sinus infection that I cultivated
was apparently most impressive.
The doctor also said I had to rest.
So, I've spent most of the week ensconced on
either the bed or the couch watching my
various symptoms run in reverse.
Green turns to yellow, then clear.
Things that were stuffed, unstuffed.
The bits that hurt (hello, face) stopped hurting.
So, although I think I've been being good,
my husband thinks I haven't.
Curiously the things I normally do, that go unseen (dishes, laundry, dinner, bringing girls to school, picking up)
are now the things that get me into trouble.
The refrain, "You're supposed to be resting!"
echos around the house. What's a girl to do?
I pointed out to Big E that if we were away
from home, at say, a hotel, I couldn't possibly
do laundry, or wash dishes, or cook meals.
We had already planned to go on a little getaway
this weekend, and while it might not be the trip I'd hoped for, I think it will be a good trip, none-the-less.