I have done absolutely nothing this weekend, except play nurse to my husband, who is down with high fever for the past 2 days.
Men are such whiny babies when they are sick! The Macho He-Man has refused to let me take his temperature, so I don’t know how high the fever has gone up to. I am trying to monitor it but he is making it so difficult.
All the eye-rolling aside, I am worried. He is constantly dozing off but is unable to sleep for long periods of time, waking up whenever his body switches between hot and cold. One minute, he would be shivering under the many layers of comforter, and the next minute, he would kick them all off and complain that the bedsheets were too hot.
Did I mention The Macho He-Man is also adamant about not seeing a doctor? *face palm* I am up at weird hours of the night, replacing his cold compress. In the day, I’m busy with other wifely duties – reminding him to eat his medicine, making sure he has plenty of cold water by the bedside, buying food for him, airing out the bedding, ensuring his feet are covered to warm up his icicle toes, remembering to laugh at his lame, unfunny jokes…
I am exhausted! I may pout and feel sorry for myself (a lot!) when I’m sick, but I’ve never been such a pain to look after (I think)… 😛 If his fever still persists tomorrow, I will have to drag him, kicking and screaming, to the doctor. That’ll be fun, I’m sure.
I hope everyone had a better weekend than I did!