In Sickness | Marriage

Thinking about the "in sickness & in health" part of our vows as I pop another Sudafed & turn on my heating pad. Being sick isn't necessarily the worst, but it certainly isn't fun. Unintentional or not, Mr. Fleece & I do provide a decent amount of entertainment to one another when we're under-the-weather. Saying non-coherent things, dazing off like zombies, piddling our puny bodies around the house, over exaggerating our mope factor.

It certainly makes me appreciate the days where we have energy & aren't taking turns sleeping on the couch to avoid each other's germs. Although, it's really just me sleeping on the couch, & the germs still managed a way to wiggle down into my immune system. I guess that's what living in 600 square feet guarantees.

I've also realized (& accepted) that we cope with illness in different ways. Mr. Fleece wants to be alone & sleep it off, choosing to blow his nose on terrible scratchy toilet paper. I want to somehow gumption up my energy & clean the house, take Ebony for a walk, & manage a full day of work. I wisely blow my nose on Puff's ultra soft tissues. On a couple things, however, we do agree: drinking fluids & downing bowl-fulls of applesauce.

Learning to be patient & kind through the fatigue & fighting off the "your illness is really ruining my social life" mentality : )

SJW