On sickness

I was really ill last week, like deathly ill, ok so maybe deathly is a bit of an exaggeration, but I was feeling rather sick. And when I am sick, I tend to regress into a needy 2 year old who wants only to complain and be cared for, which obviously does not happen, unless you consider caring for yourself being “cared for”.

My dear husband has a serious “infection phobia” (infectiphobia?), so getting him to even touch me while I am sick is a huge challenge…

me: Hey, I feel really ill, can you hug me?
dh: Umm, you’re sick!
me: Ya, I know, hence the hug, please?
dh: Umm, I don’t think so, I don’t want to get sick, and why do you have to behave like you’re dying?
me: I could be dying, you don’t know…
dh: You’re NOT dying!
me: But if I was dying, you’d so regret not hugging me!
dh: Ok, whatever, just go sleep!

Then I did what any cunning 2 year old would, I waited the 3 seconds that it took for him to fall asleep, and then I got “cuddly” close so that his only reflex would be to hug me! Me: 1 DH: 0 ha!