BAD COLDS

When I came home from Florida the latter part of November, the genius had been in the middle of a bad cold. I was very compassionate and tried to be patient when he moaned and groaned. Then just about the time he was getting over that, he came down with a fresh cold and cough. (Of course that's what happens when you burn the candle at both ends.)

Still, I tried to commiserate with him and to be as sympathetic as I could. I pampered him with delicious hot meals. In fact, I believe I could have gotten a good angel award for my admirable behavior.

Thursday afternoon I began to feel somewhat under the weather myself -- my throat began to itch, my chest felt tight, and the sneezes started. I was not a happy camper, to say the least.

After a sleepless night of coughing, I was not feeling too hot Friday morning, but I was trying to be my happy cheerful self. As we were driving out in the car that morning, a little moan escaped from my lips, and he snarled, "Oh boy, I can see that this is going to be a great weekend."

I said, Wait a minute!! Hold on!!! I'm not allowed to say I feel bad when I have a cold??? I have listened to you for weeks about how bad you felt and how hard it was to keep going, etc., etc., etc. I've tried my best to be a good wife to you while you were trudging through the mess, and you have the gall to growl at me because I groaned a little???

Actually, I didn't say all that, just a short version of it. But I got my point across. Ever since then he has been very sweet and helpful. But I sincerely hope that we will get back to good health soon.

It's definitely not fun to be sick anytime, but especially at Christmas!!!!