I am in the sick bed, and nobody is paying the slightest bit of attention to me
I’M sick. No really I am. I feel a little bit like The Boy Who Cried Wolf because I know I’m a slight drama queen and have been known in the past to exaggerate my symptoms in order to gain sympathy. But this time I am really, properly, full on sick.
The thing is, no one is paying the slightest bit of attention to me. They’re just carrying on as normal, expecting me to cook dinners, clean houses and listen to their trials and tribulations. I like to consider myself empathetic, kind, a good listener, (modest as well!) but lads come on – I’m Bloody Sick here!
My Lurgy started two weeks ago with a scratchy throat. It then developed into a full body pain, even my face hurt, and then a few days later it was joined by a hacking consumption-like cough which manifested itself at its worst at night.
Himself lay beside me sighing deeply as I came close to coughing up my internal organs. ‘Did you take a cough bottle?’ he inquired.
Of course I bloody took a cough bottle. After a couple of nights of disturbed sleep he asked was it really necessary to cough that much.
‘No My Love. I’m doing it for the laugh!’
He made me go to the doctor, not out of concern you understand but in the hope she would give me something to shut me up or better still take me into hospital where I would be someone else’s sleepless night.
She diagnosed flu and sent me home to rest. I followed doctor’s orders and took to the bed, which to be honest is never any great hardship for me, even when I’m in the whole of my health. And there they left me. Not even a cup of tea was offered, nor did anyone check on me for several hours. I could’ve be long gone and they wouldn’t have known. Well maybe they would have, because the coughing would’ve stopped but all the same it was a bit harsh.
When Himself finally made an appearance he stood in the bedroom doorway with a tea towel over his face to protect him from the germs and the two children in hysterics behind him. ‘Oh you’re all hilarious,’ I said witheringly before blowing my nose vigorously and tossing the tissue at him.
Tea and toast was eventually produced. No sign of any sympathy though. ‘When do you think you might be better?’ he asked. I issued my death stare in reply. The Youngest then got in on the act. ‘When do you think you’ll be well enough to go to the supermarket? There’s no food in the house.’
I remained where I was for two days and would have chanced another only karma made an appearance. ‘I don’t feel too good,’ said Himself getting ready for bed. I tried not to look gleeful. ‘My throat is sort and I’m all blocked up.’
‘How terrible,’ I replied, passing him a tissue.
What goes around comes around!
WHEN HIMSELF FINALLY MADE AN APPEARANCE HE STOOD WITH A TEA TOWEL OVER HIS FACE TO PROTECT HIM FROM THE GERMS