Cold Season Is Here

Cold season has reared its ugly head early this year, as Big Dave has fallen into the clutches of a good old fashioned cold, complete with scratchy-throat, fever, hacking cough and chest congestion. He's spent the last two days trying to sleep as much as possible, drinking OJ and downing shot glasses of Theraflu, in the hopes of encouraging the germs to move elsewhere. I have to admit, through, he's pretty good when it comes to illness. He doesn't whine, doesn't make me wait on him hand and foot, and I don't have to nag him to take his medicine. What is funny, though, is that he seems to take illness as a personal affront. How dare these germs invade his body. The sheer audacity of an illness to even THINK of trying to attack his immune system.

Me, on the other hand, well... that's different. At the first sign of a sore throat, cough or sore muscles, I'm in bed, with the covers pulled high, whimpering. I mope around the house. I whine (Big Dave says it a cute whine, but a whine nonetheless). I leave a trail of used tissue wherever I go. (Big Dave says that's how he knows where to look for me -- just follow the Puffs Plus with aloe). I complain about feeling like death warmed over. Then Big Dave starts asking 20 questions:
Did you take your Vitamin C? No (blow nose into tissue).

Did you drink some OJ? No. (Sniffle)

Did you take any form of cold medicine? (I say nothing, just stare at him with sad, pathetic, watery eyes)

Did you at least eat some soup? It'll help your throat. Yes, that might help, but I'm too weak to walk to the microwave and heat some up. Could you...??

Here, take some Tylenol. It'll help with your fever. No it won't. Nothing will help except death. After I'm gone, promise me you'll remarry. I won't hold it against you. I just want you to be happy.

In short, I'm not a well behaved sick person. I know this. Big Dave certainly knows this. But since Big Dave is so good, I figure I have to be bad enough for the both of us.

I'm thinking we're a match made in heaven. Don't you agree?