The virus started with me. I caught a bad cold and cough and, in a matter of days, Alex was sneezing and blowing her nose. But since she does not share a room with me, the cold did not get any more serious than that.
Speedy was not so lucky. Yesterday, at the skating rink, he already complained that he felt he was going to get the flu. That didn’t prevent him from shopping though. I went to the ice skating rink office to renew Sam’s registration for another month and, by the time the transaction was finished, Speedy was nowhere to be found. Turned out he bought a new pair of corduroy pants.
Anyway, we managed to proceed to the supermarket to buy a weeks’ supply of food and other household items. When we got home, Speedy went straight to bed. He was already running a fever.
What do you do with a sick husband? Same thing you do with a sick child. Husbands are big babies, really. :razz:
I planned an evening meal that would whet his appetite. That’s one belief — and practice — that my mother-in-law and I both subscribe to. When a child is sick, give him whatever food he asks for. Well, so long as it is not something that the doctor has prohibited. So, knowing how utterly carnivorous Speedy is, last night’s dinner was braised pork spare ribs, boiled vegetables with butter and thyme and mushroom soup.
His breakfast today was oatmeal. Lunch, per his request, was a sandwich. I made it a LOADED sandwich though with lots of butter lettuce (which, until now, I never knew contains lactucarium the effects of which are similar to those of opium), a whole egg and a slice of cold meat. He had his sandwich with a glass of pasteurized carabao’s milk.
You know what? He’s feeling much better. I wish he’d stay home for another day though so he can rest some more.