A few days ago, I posted on Facebook that while not wishing to appear unsympathetic, DH's cough was driving me insane. Clearly, I'm not cut out for the medical field, because listening that dry, hacking cough made me nuts. I was practically throwing cough drops at him and I slept on the sofa one night in the hopes that I could avoid whatever plague he had. On Tuesday, he went to bed and stayed there the whole day. Wednesday, he woke up feeling fine. Quick little virus, right? I can probably avoid that.
No such luck. Yeah, that's what I get for being unsympathetic. Yesterday afternoon, I went and put on sweatpants and a flannel shirt because I was SO COLD. Nevermind that it was 97 degrees outside. I swear, not five minutes later I got that tickle in my chest and started coughing. As usual, DH was much nicer about it. Last night I shifted between the bed and the sofa and ALL I wished for in life was clear Gatorade. Apparently either it's not made anymore or it's not for sale here in a 5 mile radius of our home.
I ended up sipping water and taking my temperature every hour, admiring the way the numbers kept going up and up and up. I also watched Smokey and the Bandit. "Boy, there ain't no way, no way you come from my loins. When I get home first thing I'm gonna do is punch your momma in the mouth." Jackie Gleason was so awesome and it was good to see Burt Reynolds before he became so plastic looking.
Today I did not get out of bed till 2:30 p.m. People, I was too sick to be online. Scary. But when I did arise, I suddely felt okay. Fever was pretty much gone. Still a little cough, but I didn't feel like walking to the bathroom was a marathon. Now the kids are working their way through it and everyone has been camped out on the sofa. If the pattern holds, they should be much better tomorrow.
Oh! Remember I mentioned our travel plans have changed? I'm so excited. Sunday night during dinner, one of us sort of suggested the idea of going somewhere on leave before we left for Italy. I think both of us were feeling like it was going to be so stressful to sign out of Ft. Bliss, then jump in the van and haul butt to Dallas, turn in the van for shipment, then get on a morning flight to Atlanta, then wait for the evening connection to Venice. Once we arrive in Italy, we'll have no vehicle, no furniture, no house, only the stuff in our suitcases. It just seemed like there was going to be no down time for a long time.
So we're going to Florida!! Yes, it's a 3 day drive. El Paso is not really close to anywhere I want to go. That's what had prevented me from planning it all along. I just figured we were looking at so much time in transit and in hotel rooms, did we really want to add to it. Yes. We do. We're planning 4 days there to just chill out, see my best friend Valerie and her kids, and my brother. We might be able to wheedle my brother into taking us out on the boat. I haven't seen him or Valerie in 2 or 3 years and I hated to think of another 3 years going by.
Then we'll drive up to Atlanta and drop off the vehicle for shipment and catch that evening flight to Venice. One big plus to this is that the dog will only have to be put on the plane once and taken off the plane once. I don't know when I became someone that babies her doggie so much, but I am and I do. She's such a basket case even under normal circumstances and I know she's going to hate the flight. This hopefully will make it a little easier on her.
The whole neighborhood is clearing out right now. There are moving vans up and down every street. I'm so glad that we planned to wait until after graduation to move. There are people who I believe are going to have the car running and will walk across the stage, accept their graduation certificate, walk off, and drive away. Even though we are happy we planned not to have the packers until the first week of June, watching everyone else makes me feel like I'm behind! I have to keep reminding myself we have 3 more weeks. Crap, that still doesn't seem like very long.




We knew people who were all packed out, kids in the car, and ready to go the minute graduation ended up at the War College. Military people are amazing.
Posted by: suburbancorrespondent | May 15, 2009 at 10:28 PM
Sorry you and the hubs have both been sick, although I'm glad you feel better now.
Your Smokey and the Bandit reference made me laugh. My dad quotes from that ALL the time. :)
Posted by: Melissa | May 16, 2009 at 07:20 AM
I was very sympathetic to my husband when he had the flu (again). I was extremely sympathetic to the baby. And yet, I'm still sick, and not only sick, but sitting up half the night so the baby can be in the one position that makes her comfortable enough to sleep. You can bet my husband got to LIE DOWN when he was sick.
Posted by: amy | May 17, 2009 at 07:06 AM
that must be weird when everyone moves at once. My husband was in federal gov't (bureau of prisons) and people were constantly moving, but never more than 2 or 3 at a time.
Posted by: Becca | May 18, 2009 at 02:51 PM