Mike has had the creeping crud. He has really been sick. At times I thought he was going to cough up a lung. One time, after blowing his nose, he asked me if I thought whatever it was in the handkerchief was part of his brains.
It has been bad.
For the first week, I was doing all the cooking, cleaning, washing clothing and bedding and everything else he touched with a religious vigor. Now that we are way into week two, I'm not as diligent. I was serving him his meals with tenderness and caring and patience. Not so much anymore. I was pampering and petting and listening to his moans and groans. Sort of wearing ear plugs now.
Bless him. Neither of us has really been sick for the past five years or so. We've both had surgeries but not been sick and feeling cruddy. So, it has been sort of a new experience for us oldsters. Plus, we are now senior citizens. So, the creeping crud hits a bit harder than it used to do.
I've never been a good nurse. I think I may have gotten even worse at it over the years. I'm certainly not a good nurse today.
Send up good thoughts and prayers.
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