Wednesday, August 15, 2012
Living with the Humboldt Crud
Kate--We have colds. And they are entirely incompatible. I am noise sensitive when I'm sick--human noises especially bug me. I take DayQuil and NyQuil so I can function. I take Zicam and Airborne to try and recover more quickly. When I'm sick I want to be left alone. Don't hover, don't fuss. I'm mad when I get sick. How dare someone spread their cold to me. This time it was a co-worker and I was sloppy about the shared phone. My fault. But Dayem. Spence is a whiny baby when he's sick and he sniffs and shuffles and irritates the crap out of me with the continual sighing. I can hear him right now in the other room. I confess, I was sick first and gave him the cold. But his words to me the other night were "I never get sick." Liar.
Spence--We have a saying where I come from out in the hills. "I feel like I got eaten by a coyote and shit off a cliff!" Oh yeah, rag on me for sniffling and shuffling around and blowing my nose. I nurtured her when she was coming down with her cold, lying awake at 3:00am while she struggled with her symptoms. I remember distinctly saying, "When it comes to taking care of you, my well-being comes second." No, I don't take that bullshit medicine from the pharmacy, I bear down and deal with it. When I'm sick, I want to be comforted. I want you to hear about every ache and pain I am enduring. I want you to get up and refresh the cold compress on my forehead at 10-minute intervals. Is that too much too ask? Mommy!
Kate: I love you, Spence
Spence: I love you, Kate.