If Bernd gets sick, I almost always catch what he had. Because of his job (optician; the guy who sells you your glasses after your exam), he comes into contact with a lot of people. Not all of them are in the best health. He does his best to keep the viruses and bacteria at bay, but he isn’t always successful.
Bernd is a good sick person. He never complains. He just works his way through it with an equanimity that totally escapes me.
I am not a good sick person. I complain. A lot.
And it always seems to me that I have a harder time with whatever he’s given me than what he had with it. So totally unfair.
The last couple of days have been tough. Can’t breathe through my nose so sleeping is out. Coughing up my lungs so can’t work out. My right eye has started watering a lot adding to the congestion in my nose. And no words can adequately describe the headache pain. Thank goodness the soreness in my throat has abated.
Remember, I did say that I complain. A lot.
The weekend just passed was an orgy of hot liquids, chicken soup, and movies on DVD. But now it’s Monday, Bernd has left for work, and I have to somehow get back into the swing of things.
We’ll see how well that goes.