Man Down!

I truly hate it when the Captain is sick. It’s not very often, I’ll admit that, but once in a while, it does. He has the dreaded swine now, so I’ve quarantined him to the bedroom. We were supposed to get up early yesterday and go play. It was beautiful and I had big plans of Swedish meatballs at Ikea after we picked up the 40lbs of chicken I bought on the other side of town. We almost never go to Plano, Frisco, etc, but when we do, we make a day of it.
I received the dreaded call Friday afternoon. I thought he was calling to gloat that he was heading home and I was stuck there for a few more hours. Turned out, he was sick. Now, I love the Captain, but he’s been known to exaggerate how sick he is sometimes. I’ve compared notes and discovered it’s a male thing. So I didn’t think too much of it. Then I got home….
Fever of 101.6, ok that’s something. I was still hoping he would perk up by Saturday morning, but he did not. I went to the pharmacy to pick up a prescription and asked him what to give him. He told me his symptoms sounded like H1N1 and said to try and get him a script for tamiflu. We called our wonderful (yes that’s sarcasm) GP and he called in a script for antibiotics. Great, that’s helpful.
Now had someone gotten a flu shot to begin with, we wouldn’t be in this mess. The Captain is not a chicken, for the most part. He flies planes, drove his car around the Nurburg ring, and lives with me. All of these are risky, but the tiniest prick of a needle ? Not happening.
Now, I feel bad for the guy, and I want him to feel better. I don’t like it when he’s not feeling well. This has nothing to do with the fact that I have to sleep on the sofa (the spare room has no TV), feed the fiery fur ball of death and make sure she has her pill, and I can’t take a bath in my own bathroom. I can’t help but notice, however, that I have been running up and down the stairs with food, meds, and drinks. The Captain has been sleeping, watching TV and goofing off. I’m not so sure I’m going to get him to get a flu shot in the future.

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