Quarantine

The hubby came down with a wicked case of the stomach flu. The poor man has been quarantined in the bedroom for the entire day. I think he has been a bit lonely.

While the yucky stomach portion of the bug seems to have finally disappeared, the ever-pleasant flu symptoms are going strong. He has been fluctuating between shivering and sweating for most of the day. If I had a dollar for every time he has moaned in agony, I would be a rich woman. The man is miserable.

Consequently, I have been pretty miserable myself. The hubby is very pitiful when he doesn't feel well. But honestly, isn't that the way all men are? Thankfully, it is a rarity for him, or anyone at the Ha house, to be under the weather.

To make matters worse, I have had to forbid the boy to have any personal contact with his Dad. With his surgery coming up on Monday, I can't risk him (or me) getting sick. I don't think I could bear having to reschedule.

Under normal circumstances, I am pretty laid back about the whole germ/illness thing. Today I have been a little uptight, to say the least. I am guzzling oj, taking vitamins by the handful, diffusing antibacterial/antimicrobial essential oils into the air, sanitizing every surface in the house and washing my hands constantly. I have been a woman on a mission.

It is now almost 11:00. The hubby is finally drifting off into a somewhat peaceful sleep. Hopefully he will feel like more like himself in the morning.

The hubby's temperature is hovering a little too close to the danger zone of 103. I will most likely wake him a few times during the night so that I can check his temperature and make sure he is drinking enough liquids.

It looks like there will be no sleep for this weary girl.