sniffle sniffle
Apparently I've come down with whatever SARS/bird flu/Ebola is affecting a greater than usual number where I live. I believe the term "pandemic" was used when the news reported the phenomenon. Unfortunately I heard this news after I had been ingesting the hardcore antibiotics my doctor was thoughtful enough to prescribe 2 refills of when I had bronchitis in December (yes, sick again so soon) so now I'll probably end up with some kind of mutant strain of resistant bacteria and really die if it is in fact viral.
On the upside, my fiance is pretty much doing whatever I ask. He's indulged my germophobia and bought me a gigantic can of Lysol (which is like shutting the barn door after the horse left, I know) and a gallon of organic pulp-free orange juice. He's also bought me Vick's Vaporub and boxes of Puffs plus with lotion because regular tissues tend to rub the delicate skin around my nose raw. He's also prepared steaming mugs of tea and all my meals for me the past couple days. Mercifully he hasn't commented on the five showers/baths I've been taking daily in order for the steam to momentarily clear my lungs and sinuses or the fact I've sprayed so much Lysol around the house that our tile floors are getting a little sticky.
After spacing on getting me anything for Valentines Day he should be doing all these things. But I love him for it anyways :) So even though I felt like Pam from "The Office" on VDay I think he made up for it.
PS - Like pretty much everyone I know "in real life", my fiance is unaware this blog exists. It truly is my little online diary. So please don't think I am one of those people who posts smushy-wooshy cutesy shit that could be spared from all of your eyes and said in private.
On the upside, my fiance is pretty much doing whatever I ask. He's indulged my germophobia and bought me a gigantic can of Lysol (which is like shutting the barn door after the horse left, I know) and a gallon of organic pulp-free orange juice. He's also bought me Vick's Vaporub and boxes of Puffs plus with lotion because regular tissues tend to rub the delicate skin around my nose raw. He's also prepared steaming mugs of tea and all my meals for me the past couple days. Mercifully he hasn't commented on the five showers/baths I've been taking daily in order for the steam to momentarily clear my lungs and sinuses or the fact I've sprayed so much Lysol around the house that our tile floors are getting a little sticky.
After spacing on getting me anything for Valentines Day he should be doing all these things. But I love him for it anyways :) So even though I felt like Pam from "The Office" on VDay I think he made up for it.
PS - Like pretty much everyone I know "in real life", my fiance is unaware this blog exists. It truly is my little online diary. So please don't think I am one of those people who posts smushy-wooshy cutesy shit that could be spared from all of your eyes and said in private.
