One's sick, the others tired.. what to do? TMI!!!
K… So my husbands sick. No really sick.
Like I got home and wtf is wrong with my husband sick.
So, I bet a lot of you are saying “well shit, what are you doing blogging then?”
Christ I can’t just drag a man into the hospital unless he’s ready to go… especially my husband. You know that little qwerk that every man has that makes him endearing yet annoying? THIS is my husbands... I swear his appendix could hop out and do a freaking break dance on my duvet cover and he wouldn't budge until he bled out.
The hospital? Nope, wont go near it (smart guy), but sometimes its essential and I'm overthinking that maybe this should be the time.... He knows that I’ll take him when he’s ready, and only when he's ready... but damn. I’m like worried and shit because he never gets sick.
I’ve been with the guy for eight years and I don’t believe he’s ever gotten anything but a cold.
He’s like… sick.
This situation is sooo ass backwards because the usual would be for him to drag me into the emergency room for a last minute shot of saline and steroids, all the while me dazed and confused… mostly incoherent and rambling on about why my blood pressure seems fine when really it’s like 35/72.
Now I’m like, not having any clue what the hell to do. Taking care of my children (which is a no-brainer) when they're sick is easy... Because yes Ive been through years of childhoodius vomitus.... some like the wet wash cloth, others like the back rub... some like to be held or soothed during...
But how do I take care of this guy? I’ve had no fucking practice with him!!!
Do I insist? Do I wait? I mean, he actually warranted I may be taking him… but… Should I mother him and tell him he has to go?
Or do I just let him lie in there ‘like a man’ and hope nothing bad happens? Jesus.
Poor husband... poor poor husband.
Hooray for the partners of the guys who never get ill. Hooray. Fuck.
Not that I think the situation is that bad, but shit he’s seriously immobile and not responding to much stimuli. I’ve had to pretty much accommodate the full brunt of the household tonight, coming off of a semi-shitty day at work. In the door, dinner, bathtime, boys don’t wrestle in the house, HEY stop letting that dog lick your teeth, please please keep your pants on at the dinner table, are you STILL in the bathroom? Seriously? Jesus, can we just have like, twenty minutes in there!?!?! No, you can't use the other bathroom.. your dads in there throwing up!!!
Eventually...Bathtime. Stories. Bed for kids. Husband.
All by myself.
And that’s not like anything new, it’s happened before… but I just cant deny that it was a very somber evening… and it was the fact that he wasn’t there at the dinner table, but instead in the bedroom double over and wincing. "No, no it doesn't hurt that much... I'm good, I'm good...."
Something weird about the vacancy at the table during dinner and such tonight that was a spark for overthinking on my part….
So, as I sit, washing three year old ass and playing ‘fire boats’ in the bathtub (which is usually my husbands ‘task’), I had to ask myself THAT question.
What would happen if I did not have my husband anymore?
That would suck.
Frankly I’d fucking fall apart in every way. I can safely say that losing him would cause a major fucking upheaval and I for one would ---well, there are no words to express that kind of feeling or reaction---
It would suck. I would miss him. Things would never be the same.
*blank stare*
*shaking off the thought*
umm. errr.
FUCK. That carpet steamers getting the ol' monies worth tonight I tell ya! And we thought it'd only be good for spills and thrills... sheesh. Poor thing...
Happy TMI Tuesday, I'm gonna go get the Proscuitto and Basil Pizza off the carpets!
and the walls, and the dresser... and, umm.. my jacket... oh, and my shoes.. and... wow, how in the hell did you get it there?
YAY!!!
For your viewing entertainment, a picture of Mr. Naughty in his not-soo-sick days. I love this picture of him because he still looks just as good shooting one off...
At stalkers and small rodents... hell big mammal rodents too. Yes people, he's gotten a little larger over the years, and so have his guns.
Want my address?!?!?
Thanks Mr. Naughty for sponsoring TMI Tuesday, and I hope you feel better.
Oh, and brush your teeth before you kiss me, k? :D
Love you.
Like I got home and wtf is wrong with my husband sick.
So, I bet a lot of you are saying “well shit, what are you doing blogging then?”
Christ I can’t just drag a man into the hospital unless he’s ready to go… especially my husband. You know that little qwerk that every man has that makes him endearing yet annoying? THIS is my husbands... I swear his appendix could hop out and do a freaking break dance on my duvet cover and he wouldn't budge until he bled out.
The hospital? Nope, wont go near it (smart guy), but sometimes its essential and I'm overthinking that maybe this should be the time.... He knows that I’ll take him when he’s ready, and only when he's ready... but damn. I’m like worried and shit because he never gets sick.
I’ve been with the guy for eight years and I don’t believe he’s ever gotten anything but a cold.
He’s like… sick.
This situation is sooo ass backwards because the usual would be for him to drag me into the emergency room for a last minute shot of saline and steroids, all the while me dazed and confused… mostly incoherent and rambling on about why my blood pressure seems fine when really it’s like 35/72.
Now I’m like, not having any clue what the hell to do. Taking care of my children (which is a no-brainer) when they're sick is easy... Because yes Ive been through years of childhoodius vomitus.... some like the wet wash cloth, others like the back rub... some like to be held or soothed during...
But how do I take care of this guy? I’ve had no fucking practice with him!!!
Do I insist? Do I wait? I mean, he actually warranted I may be taking him… but… Should I mother him and tell him he has to go?Or do I just let him lie in there ‘like a man’ and hope nothing bad happens? Jesus.
Poor husband... poor poor husband.
Hooray for the partners of the guys who never get ill. Hooray. Fuck.
Not that I think the situation is that bad, but shit he’s seriously immobile and not responding to much stimuli. I’ve had to pretty much accommodate the full brunt of the household tonight, coming off of a semi-shitty day at work. In the door, dinner, bathtime, boys don’t wrestle in the house, HEY stop letting that dog lick your teeth, please please keep your pants on at the dinner table, are you STILL in the bathroom? Seriously? Jesus, can we just have like, twenty minutes in there!?!?! No, you can't use the other bathroom.. your dads in there throwing up!!!
Eventually...Bathtime. Stories. Bed for kids. Husband.
All by myself.
And that’s not like anything new, it’s happened before… but I just cant deny that it was a very somber evening… and it was the fact that he wasn’t there at the dinner table, but instead in the bedroom double over and wincing. "No, no it doesn't hurt that much... I'm good, I'm good...."
Something weird about the vacancy at the table during dinner and such tonight that was a spark for overthinking on my part….
So, as I sit, washing three year old ass and playing ‘fire boats’ in the bathtub (which is usually my husbands ‘task’), I had to ask myself THAT question.
What would happen if I did not have my husband anymore?
That would suck.
Frankly I’d fucking fall apart in every way. I can safely say that losing him would cause a major fucking upheaval and I for one would ---well, there are no words to express that kind of feeling or reaction---
It would suck. I would miss him. Things would never be the same.
*blank stare*
*shaking off the thought*
umm. errr.
FUCK. That carpet steamers getting the ol' monies worth tonight I tell ya! And we thought it'd only be good for spills and thrills... sheesh. Poor thing...
Happy TMI Tuesday, I'm gonna go get the Proscuitto and Basil Pizza off the carpets!
and the walls, and the dresser... and, umm.. my jacket... oh, and my shoes.. and... wow, how in the hell did you get it there?
YAY!!!
For your viewing entertainment, a picture of Mr. Naughty in his not-soo-sick days. I love this picture of him because he still looks just as good shooting one off...At stalkers and small rodents... hell big mammal rodents too. Yes people, he's gotten a little larger over the years, and so have his guns.
Want my address?!?!?
Thanks Mr. Naughty for sponsoring TMI Tuesday, and I hope you feel better.
Oh, and brush your teeth before you kiss me, k? :D
Love you.
posted by Everything Nice at 8:16 PM
29 Comments:
tell him that it's like when he drags you in and you say you're fine. sometimes the healthy person gets to make the decisions.
that said. why don't you tell me more about the sick?
too bad you can't call telehealth ontario
dude you're a mom, if you're worried you have good instincts. take him to doctor. or see how he is in the morning and do it then. i've barfed and thought i was going to die for twelve hours and been fine in the morning.
but if you decide to go in the morning do NOT be afraid to change your mind.
*hugs* good luck.
Tough call but better to err on the side of caution if your spidey sense is tingling about him being sick. I agree with Sass... if he is not good in the morning or worse in the night get him to a doctor. Good luck!
Em, I hope Mr Naughty is feeling better today.
If he's still sick, can't the doctor visit? It would put your mind at rest.
sounds like he's got the flu.
if he's not feeling better by tonight, drag his ass.
Hope he is feeling better, but if he isnt and is still being hard headed about going in to the doctors you need to be firm..
Get your ass up and lets go Marine!! And dont take no for an answer ;)
--SM
Three IV's later and an anti-nausia medication dictates the hub has a nasty digestional virus.
teetering on e-coli, we're waiting for tests to be done at this point.
Yes, yes people.. I had to come to work after calling in re-inforcements to get the kids off to school later this morning.
I feel like total shit though because I should be with him, BUT since my lovely boss reamed my ass last week, he's never going to understand me taking the day off.
seriously. that's what I contend with here people... SO, that being said...
I have guilt.
I have no sleep.
I have shitty coffee in a paper cup.
I have a cell phone in which for him to call me.
Somebody buy me an espresso... and breakfast...
Thanks for the well wishes friends, I really appreciate it...
No, I really I do!!! Now go get me breakfast!!!
What Murphy, no breakfast?!?!
hope your hubby feels better
Christie - WOW! That avatar makes me wanna shake my ass! Thanks for the get-well-soons
Pearl - I know it, and I hear if it goes long enough without attention it can really fuck you up. Yeah, sleep and coffee...
Maybe if I chant it like a mantra it will happen for me *shrug*
Thanks Spicey :D I really really appreciate that.... The whole situation sucks because really he's usually on top of his game.
I dont think Ive ever seen him throw up... it was shocking to say the least... just, like twilight zone.
MURPHY - God DAMNIT... cut me some slack and just DO IT. I promise I wont react if you get the wrong thing.
hospitals are for sucks. good fer him fer not goin'.
Poor baby. I've practically lived in the hospital for other people all my life. I'm sure you've done your share but for yourself. I say just up and force him to go. He's not gonna like it, but it beats you worrying and beating the shit out of yourself. A lot of times I had to force my father to go too. He hated hospitals. But it was def better than me chewing out my nails while he lay in pain at home.
I'm sorry Emma! I hope he feels better soon.
Make sure you squeeze in a nap when you can!
i hope everything is ok with your hubby.
take a power nap when the bosshole isn't around. you'll feel gooder.
bubbles my dad is like that and i've never forgotten the first time i saw him sick. and i think i was like ten at the time!
it's world rocking for sure.
why did your boss ream your ass?
Actually Shane, it comes with the Marine-ness. OOH RA. And he'd agree with you 100%
I think he's just feeling lucky he's not sitting in the VA right now.
Jax - Yeah, I've had my fair share at being on the recieving end of the hospital fuck-shop. That sucked to just sit there and not DO anything... so, Im glad he finally decided to go, for sure.
TG - Thanks honey :) ZZZZZZZZ. Shit, sorry did I fall asleep? *giggle*
Thom - Bosshole! I love it!! Yeah, Im trying to stretch out here somewhere... nothing looks comfy.
Sass- err. I dropped a ball, or two.. and well, I had to work late Friday, Saturday, and almost Sunday to fix my fuck up. Chalk it up to being an idiot....
Im trying my best to make up for it so here I am! JOY!
em: sucks dude
and it's always timing like this somehow i just don't get it. good news is hubby is okay and you really can't do shit but hold his hand at the hospital anyway.
i know huh? what's up with the fucked up timing?
I did just call to check on him though... he's sleeping.
shhhhhhhh.
HA. I wanna sleep dammit!!!
I'm glad to hear you have your Sunday mornings back love!!
i would go to the hospital if i were to be ill. well, i suppose it depends on if the nurses are hot ...
horsn: i'm with you BUT if it's time for a doc i'm willing to hit one.
I was a candy striper for two years....
fun times. loved the little pink and white apron-like deal.
ahhhh sweet sixteen!!!
I like thinkig about you all messy and sweaty and worried..its totally hot
Hey! I know you are busy and all, but I was just checking to see if you got my email. Get to it when you can!
*hugs and kisses*
Hope your hubby is ok!
One More Day til Operation Em Boobies!!!
*does happy dance*
Do you stil have the uniform? Maybe you could wear it for Operation Em Boobies!!!
How's the hubby today? Any better?
ok.
looks like that photo of Mr. Naughty was taken a while ago, i'm guessing early 1980s. background comes complete with southern california hillsides and smog. A2 model at his shoulder rigged up for shooting.... blanks!
heh.
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