Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Back from the Grave


I'm not a big fan of blogging about sickness, because I don't enjoy reading about other's exploits with vomit and such.

(Unless they're funny.)

But the only reason I'm going to mention the Plague yet again is to tell you that it does, in fact, have a name.

That name would be: mono and influenza.

Coursing through my blood. At the exact same time.

Now, neither of these maladies are treatable in any way, but psychologically, it did me wonders to have an explanation attached to the misery with which I've been body-slammed since January 1. 

To make things more cheerful, Brad contracted a variation as well.

But very thankfully, I am starting to feel better.

Many, many times this past month, we put the kids to bed at 7:30, only to crawl into our bed at 8:00, down a handful of Advil, and sleep.

Makes me think the producers of "The Bachelor" (which I'm loving this season, but that is another blog) should have one of the theme dates be "in sickness and in health."

During this date, Jason and his date (or it could be a group date for added drama) could contract violent illnesses, then get to care for each other and Ty while wearing their ugliest pajamas.

They could lifelessly stagger to the grocery store to buy Gatorade at 1:00 in the morning, deal with guilt about feeding kids chicken nuggets for a month straight, pick up each other's prescriptions, and sleep in separate rooms.

They could cough until they want to kill each other, not shower for a few days, and see how they still feel about the sickly, greasy mess staring at them across the dinner table.

Because ironically, I always appreciate the depth and strength of our marriage MUCH more during trials and sickness than over dinner and a movie.

(Not that there's anything wrong with dinner and  a movie. NO MA'AM.)

I'm always quick to point out that more couples have married as a result of "The Biggest Loser" and "Survivor" than "The Bachelor."

Adversity shows our true colors, for sure. It's not exactly challenging to put on a good face during a private plane trip to Mexico, for crying out loud.

So anywho, that's what I've been up to; trying to get through each day and figuring out where Stephanie on "The Bachelor" buys her necklaces.

Because now that I'm feeling better, there is some serious shopping ahead.



jen@odbt said...

I like your idea...you should email it to the producers b/c what you described is real! You really know a person when you go through pukies with them. Glad to hear you are on the mend.

Kari said...

Yes but that is all I want from Stephanie. I am ready to her to waltz her way out of the show.

Meg said...

i'm sad to confess that i actually know the names of some contestants on "the bachelor" this season due to some very early bedtimes around here. or perhaps i should be more ashamed that i usually stay up to watch the trash that comes on after it!