Ugh, like the new kid at school, I caught a cold and was a snuffly, cranky mess for the week.
Colds run a predictable pattern with me: days of sore throat followed by hacky cough. Next is a crescendo of runny nose, sneezing and general germy demeanor that halts people in their track from approaching me. The cold fades with sneezing, some strong coughing and snot. Lots of snot.
I’m cranky when I have a cold. Leave me the f*#k alone. The Hunter walks on egg shells because his natural inclination is to hover and cuddle and nurse. I hate that. Seriously, it could be anyone trying to do that and I’ll bite their head off. Just hand me a Coke, some DayQuil or NightQuil depending on the time of day, a box of tissues and the remote. Retreat. By the end I’ll want food, but otherwise, do not acknowledge my existence. Thank you.
The Hunter thought he was sexy and adorable telling me he can’t wait to get me in the sack and ravage me. My nose is red and runny, I’m coughing/sneezing/blowing my nose. I’m exhausted from a week of commuting 2 hours round trip and a long day. Really? Sex is the last thing on my mind. Snuggling is not an option. Read my above statements. Ugh. Seriously? I just want sleep, lots of sleep, and the remote.
I know I sound ungrateful, however, I think sick folks (meaning not seriously ill, just minor maladies) fall into two categories: 1) ignore me and 2) nurse me back to health. I am the former and the Hunter is the latter. I guess part of my problem is that I want to be ignored because my history involved having people that always wanted something from me, even when I was sick. “What are you making for dinner?” “Where is ____?” “Can you take me here, there or yonder?” “How long are you going to sit on the couch?” Yeah, being sick in my previous life was not an option.
Now I revel in the glory that if I want to sit my ass on the couch all weekend to read books and watch movies, I can. Add in a rainy day and you’ll lucky if I say four words.
Today I’m feeling human. I’m about to jump in the shower and clean all my cold germs off me. It’s a catch up day of paperwork for Maggie & Co plus my personal bills and what not. It’s not sexy day. I’m not feeling it. I feel lucky to feel simply human right now. Now, how do I reject him without hurting his feelings? I have no idea, but I better think of something because he’ll be home in a few hours….