Watoosa and I are both under the weather. She caught a cold early last week and kindly decided to share it with me. I feel like someone shoved a bicycle pump up my nose and started inflating my head, Dig Dug-style.
I can't remember the last time Watoosa and I were sick at the same time, but I find that it results in a drastic decrease in both the quantity and quality of cheap sympathy and coddling to which I have become accustomed. This must not stand. Comments are open, for those of you who feel like picking up the slack.
UPDATE: Things got worse for me last night. I don't want to bore you with details, but let's just say that having Indian food for dinner last night was a big, big mistake.
It was fortunate, then, that Watoosa has been improving. When I get really sick, my judgment begins to cloud, and sometimes I just need to be told what to do--autonomy just gets in the way. Many of you have heard her tell the story of my walking around Santa Barbara in a feverish stupor, looking for a doctor's office. I wasn't quite that bad off last night, but it sure was good to have her here, and I hereby retract my gripe about the cheap sympathy and coddling.
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3 comments:
Sorry to hear you guys aren't feeling well. We missed you at church this morning. Hope you feel better soon. If I'd read this before doing the grocery shopping, I would have picked up some chicken soup ingredients. If you're not feeling better by Tuesday, let me know and I'll get out my stock pot.
-JB
Is "wha!" the kind of comment you are looking for? I can cerainly see Watoosa saying that to you.
Jason: Thanks. I think we've both turned the corner, but we'll keep your number handy just in case.
Kevin: Yeah, I get that a lot.
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