Sunday, November 14, 2010

Good News, Bad News, Yada Yada Yada

by Leann

I have spent the week alone here in Texas while my husband enjoyed his annual male bonding experience in South Carolina. He goes hunting with his friends there every year. And visits the property we own where I desperately want to build our retirement home. Like tomorrow! Sigh.

The news from the hunt has been good news, bad news, good news, bad news. And all delivered with minimal text messages. He bagged a doe, so that's good for his ego. He can still hunt with the best of them and has kept his "only one bullet a year" brag alive. But though that is good news for him, it's not so good for me. I despise venison. Cannot even stand to be in the vicinity when he cooks it. I have tried more than once to "like" it without success. So my fear that he would bring home deer meat was alive and well, but good news! He's leaving the meat there for our friends who truly enjoy it year round. YAY!

Good news is he will be home soon and arrives at the closer airport. I won't have to drive across Houston in the rain, but rather will make a fifteen minute ride down the freeway. It is lonely around here! I will be glad to see him. The bad news? He's bringing home something almost as bad as a deer--an illness. I feel bad for him. He was sick most of September with a terrible virus and now is sick again. And I feel bad for me too. Number one, I might catch it and I am very fatigued right now (thank you, fibromyalgia and Lyme, but I hate you!). Number two is probably worse.

How many of you have taken care of a sick husband or partner? Sorry, men are not good patients. They regress, they're uber-needy and if they're engineers, they question your knowledge when you suggest things that might make them feel better.

Anyone familiar with this male sickness syndrome? How do you handle this kind of behavior without wearing yourself out and getting sick yourself? I have until this afternoon. HELP!

11 comments:

Laineshots said...

Stay in the other end of the house and send lots of loving, sympathetic text messages! Or, wear gloves and a mask, use tons of Lysol, do what you can, and act frustrated that you can't do more. Or both. Hugs...you know I share your sentiments.

Leann Sweeney said...

LOL. I will tell him to text all requests for OJ and tea with honey. No excessive release of the virus through talking. :-)

signlady217 said...

Slip him a Mickey! Put something in that OJ to knock him out and just keep him sedated for 3 or 4 days. Maybe by then he'll feel better! :)

Leann Sweeney said...

Sounds like a fantastic idea. Hmmm ... Irish whiskey? That doesn't sound very tasty to me ... but he can't taste. Doesn't matter. Brilliant.

Gayle Carline said...

I must have an anomaly of a husband. He's completely un-needy, to the point of snapping at me when I ask if he needs ANYTHING, like drugs, hot tea, soup, hemlock... He reminds me of the dog that goes and lies in the corner until it feels better, growling at anyone who approaches. Yeah, it makes caretaking easy, but I can't get over the feeling that I'm not being very nurturing.

Leann Sweeney said...

Can there be no middle ground? :-) Now ... hemlock. Good thought.

Anonymous said...

Leann,
Only do for him that which he does for you when you're sick.

Men are just over-sized children.

Leann Sweeney said...

I guess that would be pick up the prescriptions if there are any. Sigh.

Valerie Consoer said...

My husband is such a big baby whenever something ails him. I try to help him feel better and take care of him, but I can only take so much of the horrendous cough he has and the whining. Like someone said earlier, men are just over-sized children when they don't feel good. Us women sure know how to deal with our ailments! Am I right girls?!

Leann Sweeney said...

Can you imagine a man carrying a baby for nine months and giving birth? I cannot imagine my husband EVER doing that ... and more than once? Forget it!

Debra said...

Hubby is not too bad when ill but,I also have fibro and pick up illnesses easily. When my husband was sick I even moved him to another bedroom to keep the germs at bay.