I had hoped my next blog entry would be the cheerful "look how gorgeous my garden is" type or may be "look what I made isn't it / he / she fantastic". Instead it's the grumbling sort. Mike has yet another chest infection (if the truth be told I think it is the same one that has been around all winter, but Mike doesn't agree.) So after a fitful night's sleep it was off to the emergency doctor's at nine this morning to get a course of antibiotics. All pretty normal in this fab world of myeloma.
Now when I'm ill I tend to lounge on the sofa with a blanket and potter back and forth to the kitchen with occasional assistance from anyone who is passing, but Mike takes to the bed and has me running up and downstairs, which would be fine if I wasn't also not feeling my best (I somehow managed to inflict sneeze deafness and dizziness upon myself!) and if when I provided the requested refreshment he actually drank it. That's another thing, when I'm ill I still eat and drink, I was told by my mommy that I needed the energy to fight the infection, Mike does neither.
So a question to all you lovely blog readers, what do you and your loved ones do when they get ill?
Love you all. x
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