My husband is sick. It could just be a bad cold, maybe a mild flu, neither one of us is sure. But he stayed home from work today because he felt so lousy, and he simply does not do that. I can't remember the last time he called in sick, actually. If I didn't love him so much, his healthiness would be seriously annoying. ;)
Anyway, when he's sick, he just wants to be left alone. Don't try to talk to him or feed him, just leave him alone. So, when he came home from work early last night and came upstairs right away and curled up in bed, my son and I did just that. By 8pm, I was the only one awake in the house, unless you count the cats. It was kind of a surreal feeling. I'm not used to being the healthy one taking care of everything!
The other interesting point from today was when he and I chatted briefly when I got home. He's still not feeling great this evening. He commented something about how he's "not good at pushing through illness" and I seem to, no matter how lousy I feel, be able to at least do a few things. I kind of shrugged and said the first thing that popped into my head: "Well...I kind of have to be." I guess, when one is sick a lot, one gets used to it to a certain degree, and learns how to push through certain aspects of it. He looked kind of awed that I can keep upright when I feel really bad. But, really, if I couldn't do that, to a certain degree, I'd be an invalid for six months out of each year.