It's nice when you are sick and someone who cares for you really reaches out and gives you some TLC.
Unless you live with Dallas.
I have been sick the last week. Did I get warm chicken soup? No. Did I get a nice back rub? No. Did I get my pillow fluffed? No. Nothing. Zip. Nada. Zilch.
Instead....as I roll over, body aching, head pounding, throat burning.......I see a barricade built up between our heads, made up of large white pillows. In my foggy-headed-achy-stupor I try to make sense of what I see and eventually mumble....what the hell?
Apparently, not only do I NOT get TLC, but I also get banished to my side of the bed. So as I struggled to fall asleep, I began wondering if I would wake up to find him dressed in a hazmat suit, sterilizing all surfaces in the room, pillow barricade now reinforced with sofa cushions ....myself huddled in a small quarantine tent built up around me....food and water slipped to me and then dishes passed back carefully through a special decontamination process.
I understand him not wanting to get sick. But he could at least stop spraying Lysol on everythng that I touch. And then I noticed him removing his pillow, and then his blanket, every morning when he got out of bed. He carefully placed them across the room. Far away from my germs. After he left for work, I wanted to secretly sneak over and cough all over his stuff. And I may have just done so .....if I had been able to get out of bed.
The good news is that my cats were very sympathetic to my plight. They stayed by my side and laid close, letting me know that they care about how I feel. ....Well, probably more likely they were just taking advantage of my extra-warm body and my immobility. But I'll take what I can get.
(on the other hand......perhaps my fever is playing tricks on me, and it is Dallas who is snuggling close. Meanwhile..... the cats are actually setting up the barricades while we're both asleep)
