A sick princess is a bitter princess

Today didn’t exactly turn out the way it was supposed to. Under ideal conditions I would have been racing 15 km around Birch Bay. But, the stress fractures put a wrench in those plans. And so, in these lesser than ideal conditions, I should have been outside enjoying the sun peaking through my blinds. But, the stuffed head, infected snot, phlegmy throat killed those plans. Instead, I spent my Saturday in bed. Awesome … note the sarcasm!

I hate being sick, I’m like the worst patient ever! I’m miserable, I’m irritable, I’m emotional, and oh man am I ever bitter with thoughts like why the hell am I sick, why didn’t these germs latch on to that healthy looking person over there, why the hell did they latch onto me?!? So on Monday morning when Mario told me he was feeling a cough coming on, I first glared and then ran like he had just told me he was sporting the SARS. I did NOT want to get sick.

I know, I know, I’m not the most sympathetic wife and I most definitely have no nurse tendencies in me whatsoever. But seriously, if you knew my immune system, you’d have a hard time telling me you’d do it differently. My body does NOT react well to the sick. When Mario gets sick, he gets a cough, maybe a drippy nose for an hour, loses his energy, and his appetite, not fun by any means, but compared to how I get sick, it’s like fricken’ Hawaii in his body! Me, my eyes burn, my head pounds, my nose feels like I got a carrot stuck up both nostrils, my eyes get all goopy and stuck together, I’m ripping through a box of Kleenex a day, my throat is lined with fat globules of phlegm that feel like shards of glass tearing up every time I swallow or cough, and don’t even get me started on what my blood sugars are doing: up, down, up down.

Was that too much information? Sorry guys, like I said, I’m a bitter sick princess and if I’m suffering, you darn rights I’m going to try everything in my power to make you all suffer a little too!

Luckily for me, though, my dear husband, does have some nurse tendencies in him. I was craving homemade chicken noodle soup last night, and had planned to make some, but because I could barely stand up for longer than a minute, Mario took over. Now, while he’s all about the cooking, he’s never made chicken noodle soup before, and most definitely never made my recipe of chicken noodle soup (which basically consists of throwing a whole bunch of stuff in a pot and hoping for the best) but he shined ever so brightly through it! Ohhhhh salt how I do so love thee when my taste buds have gone awry.

And not only did he make me chicken noodle soup, he also went out and bought me three-flavoured ice cream! Love 😀

Oh yum! Now that beats Buckley’s any day!

1 thought on “A sick princess is a bitter princess”

  1. Peter Schofield

    I hope that you get well soon Katie, you are a miserable sicko, and I mean that in the nicest possible way 😉

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