I had my daughter home with me yesterday, with a stomach bug. I wasn’t feeling good during the day. Tired and sluggish. By the time my husband got home from work, my stomach was upset, and my head was hurting. I was also really tired. I went straight to bed when he got home. After an hour, or so, of me laying down, my husband came in and asked what was for supper. I mumbled that I didn’t know. I then asked if we had any medicine for a sinus headache. He said that he thought so, and we both went out to look for something. After finding it, and taking it, I went back to lay down.
He came back into the room shortly after that, and let out a “I can’t believe you are back in bed” sigh. If he had bothered to ask, I would have said that my stomach was upset and I was running a temperature. I was in desperate need of a sick day, or half day, and I needed some tlc. What did I get? No concern or questions about how I was feeling. Instead, it was, “What’s for supper.” I mumbled ” I don’t know.” And then the bedroom light came on, and he went into the bathroom. When he left the room, instead of turning only the light off, he shut off the light and fan using the switch.
Here I was, laying in bed, hot and sweaty from a temperature, and too tired to get up and turn the fan back on. And did he close the bedroom door? Nope, he didn’t. Not too long after that, he was back in the bedroom, a really upset sigh that I was still in bed, and he turned on the bathroom light. He went in there, came back out and left the room. With the light still on in the bathroom and the door open. I dragged myself out of bed and turned the light off, then turned the fan back on. Not sure if I closed the door. I was really feeling too ucky at that point to care about it.
It didn’t take long before I heard things banging in the kitchen. I knew he was upset with me, and normally that would have bothered me. But, I was too sick to feel anything except a little hurt that he didn’t seem to be concerned that I was sick. When things quieted down in the kitchen, he came in and asked if I was going to eat. At that point, my stomach had settled down. I figured it was a good time to try to eat. I got up and ate, then went back to bed. Did he come back and check on me? I don’t know. I don’t remember anything after that.
I woke up this morning feeling a lot better. As the day is going on, I’m feeling tired and my head is hurting. I just finished eating breakfast, although it’s actually lunch time. My stomach is starting to rebel, and I hope I’m able to keep it down. I hope I am feeling better by the time my husband gets home, because I really don’t want a repeat of last night.