Quarantined

For the first time in our married lives, my hubby and I slept in different beds, though under the same roof.  This has never happened, and it was strange, and not due to any kind of disagreement.  No, no, friends, hubs came home early yesterday from work feeling sick, complete with chills, exhaustion, and body aches.  Great.  Bring on the clorox wipes, the hand sanitizer, and the masks.  Ok, not the masks, that is just silly.  Around 6:30 I told him it was time to take a trip to the Minute Clinic and see what was going on.  He tested negative for the flu, but we were told to quarantine him until he is well.  Into the guest room he went while I stripped the bed of its sheets and began disinfecting nearly everything in the house.  Hmmm, I wonder if I can buy stock in Clorox, I'm sure it's on the rise right now. 

I am thankful I went to get a flu shot earlier this week.  Speaking of which, the guy who gave me the shot deserves a shout out.  I went to the Minute Clinic, since it's just down the street and rarely involves waiting, and as he went to give me the shot my dear, sweet daughter bumped his arm.  He did not flinch nor cause undo pain.  His hand remained steady as could be and the shot was over before I even noticed anything.  I even complimented him on his mad shot giving skills; he too seemed pleased with himself.

Back to the sick husband.  Do you all know how the flu test is administered?  I had no idea, until last night.  They stick a long q-tip way up in the nose, catch themselves a booger, and then into a tube the specimen goes to be tested.  By the sounds he was making, you would have thought they were drilling into his head.  Which leaves me to wonder why men are such wimps when it comes to being sick.  I am not the only one who thinks this either; I hear it from wives across the world.  Sorry guys, but when you are sick you tend to hone in on your acting skills as your writhe in your alleged pain and discomfort.  It's kind of comical really.

Although I enjoy having my husband home, I do hope he starts feeling better soon, which I think he has.  Besides our king size bed is lonely without him.  Off to check on the patient, I hear some writhing now.