In sickness and in health comes into question….
Hey everyone Adam here,
Sierra and I have been sick with the flu all week. Seems like a good time to talk about the differences between men and women when they are sick. First of all, whatever we have is one of the unfriendliest viruses I have ever had! I still feel terrible and it started last Sunday. I am a bit of a baby when I am sick. I breathe heavy, I am over dramatic and I like to be waited on. I whine for Sierra to hold me and make me feel better. It’s a given that I am even colder then usual. I can usually just push fluids and beat whatever ailment I have, doesn’t seem to be working this time. I just talked to my mother and father and they are both on week number 3 with the same sickness. Great it’s only week 2 for Sierra and I. So on the second day of being sick, boom Sierra comes down with it also. I thought, this won’t be so bad; Sierra lets nothing stand in her way of getting anything done. WRONG! WRONG! Sierra is the biggest baby on the planet when she is sick. When I want something, it may just be some hot tea or whatever but I ask then fend for myself again, sleeping and what not trying to tame the beast virus. Sierra asks for everything, juice, water, tea, food, adjust her blanket, adjust her, feel her face, and whatever else she needs at said moment. She cries, moans and whimpers. She is the biggest sick baby on the planet. I have been snoring throughout this whole ordeal also and it’s been running Sierra into the living room to sleep on the couch at night, just to get away from my incessant snoring. Mind you I am sick also, so doing a bunch of different task for Sierra is not what I want to be doing. Sierra you’re lucky you’re beautiful even when you’re sick, feel better my love.
Hey, Sierra here,
I am the worst sick person on the planet. I hate being sick. I feel as if my body has failed me and I’m pissed off that I have stuff to do and instead I’m stuck sleeping all the time. I also don’t deal with actually not feeling physically well very well. I’m fine with the mild stuff but once I get to flu level, I freak out that my body feels off kilter. To be honest, I hardly even drink alcohol any more because I fear having a hang over. In my slight defense, Adam was not only up, but out and about, so my asking him for things was only done when he was already doing things…I never made him get off of the couch of anything, just sayin. The reality though was that the first 40 hours we were sick was rough! As much as I want my mother (who when we were kids and sick would prop us in her bed with books, tv, tea, crackers, and the dog and check in every few hours to feel our faces, adjust our blankets and see if we needed anything…see there is a method to my madness!) I really just want to be back on my feet and in my studio. Luckily, the worst of it was only for about a day and a half and both of us are back to work as usual, just a bit headachy (she) and grumpy (he).