No need to be fancy, right? Now I can actually read what I post...
xoxo
-P-
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Mom's shouldn't get sick...
I work in health care, but I am not a health care worker. My dad always wanted me to be a nurse. I couldn't handle it no matter how much you paid me (I give nurses all the credit in the world for all that they do and moreover all that they deal with on a daily basis).
I do, however, take quite well of my family members when they are sick. I have spent many nights tending to upset tummys, fever, croup, and even made a few trips to the emergency room. Hubs had also needed tending to (food poising... only once was it my fault). So, when the "nurse" gets sick... who takes care of her?
I have only been really sick twice in the past 10 years. I mean really sick. Can't get out of bed sick. The first time was many years ago when both of the kids were little (I think they were around 5yrs and 7yrs old). I had a friends wedding to go to, and my mom was over watching the kids (hubs had to work). I was only able to make it through the ceremony and promptly had to leave. Luckily my mom was able to stay and take care of the kids as I lay miserably in bed.
This most recent time was just a few days ago. I had gone to the doctor about my irritated throat, and then subsided to chills, fever and a horrendous sinus infection. Again, hubs had to go to work. As I lay on the couch, wrapped in blankets, my wonderful daughter emerges from the kitchen with a cup of green tea and a piece of toast... cut into very small pieces so I could try to swallow them without having to chew too many times (these were her words). She had closed all the windows so I didn't get more chilled (her words again), and she also made herself dinner and had warmed up some leftover pizza for her brother. I started to cry... not because I felt terrible, but because of how wonderful my daughter is. I sipped my tea, and tried to eat the entire piece of toast. I was feeling better already.
The next day, I felt well enough to drive my daughter to school. I told her that I was to thankful for her help yesterday and that I was so proud of her for taking care of me and her brother. She said it was no big deal... just that she was doing what I would do if she were sick. After she had gotten out of the car, I started to cry again...
Mom's still shouldn't get sick... but if they do, hopefully they have an amazing daughter like I do!
xoxo
-P-
I do, however, take quite well of my family members when they are sick. I have spent many nights tending to upset tummys, fever, croup, and even made a few trips to the emergency room. Hubs had also needed tending to (food poising... only once was it my fault). So, when the "nurse" gets sick... who takes care of her?
I have only been really sick twice in the past 10 years. I mean really sick. Can't get out of bed sick. The first time was many years ago when both of the kids were little (I think they were around 5yrs and 7yrs old). I had a friends wedding to go to, and my mom was over watching the kids (hubs had to work). I was only able to make it through the ceremony and promptly had to leave. Luckily my mom was able to stay and take care of the kids as I lay miserably in bed.
This most recent time was just a few days ago. I had gone to the doctor about my irritated throat, and then subsided to chills, fever and a horrendous sinus infection. Again, hubs had to go to work. As I lay on the couch, wrapped in blankets, my wonderful daughter emerges from the kitchen with a cup of green tea and a piece of toast... cut into very small pieces so I could try to swallow them without having to chew too many times (these were her words). She had closed all the windows so I didn't get more chilled (her words again), and she also made herself dinner and had warmed up some leftover pizza for her brother. I started to cry... not because I felt terrible, but because of how wonderful my daughter is. I sipped my tea, and tried to eat the entire piece of toast. I was feeling better already.
The next day, I felt well enough to drive my daughter to school. I told her that I was to thankful for her help yesterday and that I was so proud of her for taking care of me and her brother. She said it was no big deal... just that she was doing what I would do if she were sick. After she had gotten out of the car, I started to cry again...
Mom's still shouldn't get sick... but if they do, hopefully they have an amazing daughter like I do!
xoxo
-P-
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
