Monday, February 11, 2013
I think the house is becoming a plague house.
OH and I were out on Saturday because OH developed a craving for bombay mix and the only place to get it to his specifications is the local market. This wouldn't normally be a problem (as long as you don't count OH's crutches and need to stop every two minutes) but unfortunately it was also raining for nearly the whole time we were out.
Now today, OH is feeling very unwell and I'm not feeling too brilliant either. I can look after myself without too much of a problem - that's what decongestant sprays and ibuprofen are for - but OH is possibly the world's worst patient. He sits around complaining that he feels terrible, but when I tell him to go back to bed he refuses. Finally, hours later when he's even worse, he finally admits that "maybe" he should go back to bed, but even then he has to make himself a large amount of food to take with him. Tonight was a pack of mini steak and ale pies (he did not appreciate me renaming them "horsemeat and ale pies") and I'll have to go check on him every couple of hours.
Well, at least going up and down the stairs frequently will do me some good. Hopefully this lurgy won't affect my eating (or keeping food down) too much either.