Kevin sucks when it comes to sympathy. He has no idea how to baby someone. Instead of loving kindness, he gets all impatient and exasperated. This is why when I am feeling unwell, I banish him to the depths of the basement rather then listen to his exasperated sighing and grumbling as to why I can\u2019t get off my lazy butt and clean the kitchen seeing as how it\u2019s just a little temperature.<\/p>\n
Thursday morning I didn\u2019t feel so hot. I had eaten a very rich lamb dinner that was very very rare and it really didn\u2019t sit well with me. It tasted good at the time but my poor stomach had a very hard time processing it. I was up tossing and turning all night and by morning, I was severely ill.<\/p>\n
So Kevin comes downstairs to find me getting a lime soda and an apple from the fridge instead of the usual pastry and coffee.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat\u2019s up with the soda?\u201d he asks as he rummages for his wallet and keys.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy tummy doesn\u2019t feel so good,\u201d I reply slowly. I found moving too quickly maked me feel even worse and slowly shuffled out of the kitchen to get my jacket.<\/p>\n
\u201cSuck it up,\u201d Kevin replied without even glancing at me \u201cand take a couple of tums.\u201d He then wanders off to find his shoes.<\/p>\n
I manage to drag myself to the MAX station and find a seat when I break out in a sweat and feel my stomach begin to heave. I ended up chanting the Skippy Peanut Butter song to myself the whole ride in. For some reason, this songs has always comforted me. You know, \u201cMomma loves me, loves a bunch, \u2018cause she always puts Skippy\u2019s….. in my lunch.\u201d (The truly strange part is I hate peanut butter and my mom never made me PB&J as a kid so I have no idea why I love that song so much.) However, in time of great physical distress, I use this song as a mantra and it soothes me.<\/p>\n
I almost made it to work when the guy sitting next to me begins to caress my leg. My first response is to throw up on him but I decided to take the high road and just got off the MAX early. I ended up sitting on a bench with my head between my legs for 20 minutes before I could get back on and finish the ride to work. By the time I got to the office, I was soaking with sweat and made a bee line for the bathroom.<\/p>\n
I managed to turn on my computer and sat huddled over my trash can for a while telling myself to just \u201csuck it up\u201d. My friend Laura, after seeing my white face and shaky hands, took matters into her own hands. She grabbed the trash can and drove me home where I could be sick in the privacy of my own home.<\/p>\n
When Kevin returned from work, he found me passed out on the sofa having gotten over the worst of it. His response? I should have taken the Tums like he said. Don\u2019t worry, next time he\u2019s sick, I know just how to play it.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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