Sicky
sneezing
January 26, 2011
You know how people have very distinctive sneezes. Some are very loud. Some sound more like a squeak. Well, I’ve recently come to realize that I don’t have a “normal” way of sneezing. Not to say that I’m abnormal, but my sneezes are different almost every time I sneeze. Sometimes I sneeze with my mouth closed and through my nose only. Other times I sneeze with my mouth open and say, “achoo.” And on some occasions I kind of hold in my sneezes altogether. What significance does this have in the world? Absolutely nothing, but it is something I was thinking about and this is my blog so I get to choose what I write about. The end.
sicky
October 23, 2010
Why no blogging for a week? I’ve been sick. The sore throat/coughing/body-aching/exhausting kind of sick. Luis has been the perfect nurse. He has been so loving and caring, making sure I feel ok throughout the day, making me honey-lemon tea every night, and trying to find different ways for the persistent cough to go away like boiling a pot of water and sitting under a towel with it to inhale the steam… (we can’t find our humidifier).
My friend/visiting teacher, Suzy, brought me a delicious black bean soup on Tuesday night. It tasted just like my mom’s beans and made me feel so warm and cozy.
I wish there were some way for illnesses of all types to be eradicated from the face of the earth. But since there isn’t (at least not yet), I’m grateful that I’ve been well cared for this week :)
sickies
June 2, 2010
We had made plans for our friends Brent and Spencer to come spend the Memorial Day weekend with us. We would do some sight seeing, some swimming, we even got invited to a BBQ :) But on the morning that Spencer and Brent were set to leave Utah, Brent woke up feeling sick. Needless to say, he stayed in Utah, and Spencer’s sister, Amy, came instead.
We had a blast on Monday going to the BBQ, sight seeing, swimming, and going out to dinner. But when Tuesday morning came around, Amy started feeling sick. By the time I got home from work later that day, Luis was also feeling sick. Halfway through work today, I got a message from Luis saying that Spencer was sick.
I just don’t get it. Aren’t people supposed to get sick during the winter? Hello, it is 90 degrees outside!!! This is not stay-cooped-up-inside weather. It’s go-sit-by-the-pool-with-pina-coladas weather.
the call no wife wants to receive
January 11, 2010
In the wee hours of the morning (4 am), I woke up to find my phone ringing. I looked over and saw that it was Luis. I immediately panicked. I knew something was wrong because no matter how early he normally wakes up, he always waits until he knows I am already awake before calling to tell me anything.
So I answer and he tells me he was having chest pain and some numbness in his shoulder. My heart sank as we went through a laundry list of symptoms trying to see if this was really the nightmare no one wants to wake up to or just some discomfort from something else. We eventually decided that it was better to be safe than sorry and he woke up his cousin to take him to the emergency room. After a couple of hours he sent me this picture:
I immediately thought, “I should be with him right now.” But instead I was in my office trying to get started on my day, trying to hope for the best. Sure, I cry every weekend when we have to say goodbye, but up until today living apart was simply a small sacrifice.
This morning, however, when the possibility of my world crashing down around me was in my face, I saw that it wasn’t just a “small sacrifice,” it was a HUGE sacrifice. I couldn’t just get in the car and go meet up with him at the hospital. I simply had to wait by the phone hoping that I wouldn’t have to book an emergency flight to go be with him.
It took a couple of more hours before the doctor finally told him that it was probably caused by his acid reflux and/or anxiety. What a sigh of relief.
sicky
June 3, 2009
My throat hurts. I’ve resorted to drinking warm milk and honey. I hate milk. I hate honey.
sick as a dog
March 13, 2009
With Luis “on his deathbed” this week (his words, not mine), I have had to try to fit the nurse role into the my regularly over-scheduled life (unfortunately the bulk of my absences for the semester were used during my little stint with strep throat so Luis was home by himself most of the week). Here is what I’ve learned. Tylenol and NyQuil contain the exact same amount (500 mg) of acetaminophen (the stuff that helps with aches and fevers). Theraflu contains 1,000 mg of the stuff. Theraflu is disgusting (I personally have never been able to down a cup of the stuff without gagging), but it works. NyQuil keeps you really groggy all the time. The generic Tylenol is probably just as good as the “real” stuff but costs about 1/3 less (I chose to pay full price since Luis is skeptical about generics). Cup-o-Noodle soup is great for someone who can’t stand for longer than 2 minutes without getting exhausted. When it comes to thermometers, you get what you pay for.
I also wish that somewhere along the road we were each given a stethoscope and taught what to listen for. I’ve spent the last 2 days trying to decide if I should take Luis to the doctor or not. I grew up in a house where we didn’t go to the doctor unless we were really, really sick. Therefore, now as an adult, although I have insurance and a doctor’s visit only costs me about $10, I still rarely go. I have to feel like I’m not getting better at all in order to justify a visit. If I had my own stethoscope, I would be able to determine when we really need to go see a doctor and when it is ok to just stick it out.
sicky… part 3
January 28, 2009
Since I started feeling a little better today (i.e. I could walk across the room without feeling like I was going to faint from overexertion), I decided that I should venture out into the world of the living. I didn’t want to do too much too soon so I figured that I should miss classes again (which was good considering the fact that I was awake all night and asleep all morning) and just go to work (so that my coworkers wouldn’t have to scramble to cover my shifts again). Unfortunately, I didn’t think about the fact that one of the classes I would be missing is a class taught by the full-time reference librarians (these happen to be the faculty members who work at the reference desk with me). So I casually walked up to the desk to take my post and tried to avoid eye contact as much as possible (I was hoping that they wouldn’t realize that I had missed class… which had only ended 10 minutes before I got to the desk). My plan was going just fine until one of the librarians asked the other librarian if he could keep a few copies of the worksheet from class so that he could give them to the 3 students who were absent. At this point I figured that I might as well come clean and so I swiveled my chair around so that I was facing them and confessed to having missed class. They both gave me a weird look. I just shrugged, told them I was sick, and forced out a cough hoping they would believe me.
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