Saturday, September 4, 2010

In Sickness

Don't people always say that after a while, an old married couple begins to look like one another? Well, I'll be honest, I hope that isn't the case. Cory is handsome, but I can't quite picture myself with all that facial hair.

Here's what I will say - on Thursday evening, somewhere between 7:00 and 7:20, we both came down with a fierce cold. Cory's hit first and I told him he sounded like Kermit the Frog. I scoffed. Yes, I did. And ten minutes later? Well, I got what I deserved. Kermie bit me on the rear, so to speak.

It's a strange form of marital solidarity, to be sure. It's also highly inconvenient when there are three small children to be taken care of.

Going in to bed that night, I reminded him "Just remember, we have the exact, same cold." (He was already ratcheting up the whining and moaning...) His response? "I think mine are always a little worse than yours."

That's when I knew it was going to be a long couple of days.

As it turns out, we are a pretty good team, even in sickness. We have taken turns napping, I made soup, Cory made a run for more tissues and Nyquil. We spent last evening watching Valentine's Day from our posts at opposite ends of the couch, our hair all askew, a makeshift grocery sack trashcan in between.

We snacked on popcorn and watermelon and then wheat crackers with sliced salami and provolone. We ate for texture, since neither of us could taste a darn thing.

We ignored the mess around us that we were both too foggy to care about.

Every quarter hour or so, one of us would randomly announce (again) our worst symptom. "My head is pounding." "My ears are so plugged up, I can't hear anything!" "I think I have a fever..."

The credits rolled, and we staggered in to bed, a box of tissues on each side. I reached my foot over to find his and in no time flat, we were both sound asleep.