Han, the man of steel, the adventurer, the ‘I refuse to take any form of medicine’, Heller is sick as sick can be.
The warning signs came in the form only a wife can love – salt stains on the sink. What in the heck am I talking about you ask? Hans refuses to take any form of medication, even Tylenol, so when he thinks he doesn’t feel good his way of ‘curing’ himself is to gargle salt water and then spit it (very haphazardly, I might add) into the kitchen sink. It has done the trick for ten years. . . until this weekend.
Thanksgiving Day Hans seemed pretty good but by evening he said he wasn’t feeling so hot. Friday he was down all day and it wasn’t getting better and said his throat hurt. Monday morning was the shocker. Hans came to me and says, ‘How do you find a doctor?’. WHAT?! He, of course, has insurance, but hasn’t been to the doctor in about ten years! That afternoon I got an email with the subject ‘prognosis’ and that he has strep throat. I came home and found a medicine cabinet on the kitchen island.
Just call me nurse Christina, because I have babying him with ice cream and any kind of soup I can find. I have stocked our fridge with his favorite, ginger ale, and of course a ton of orange juice. I have also been following him around with Oust and Lysol and have washed the sheets everyday for the past three days.
The warning signs came in the form only a wife can love – salt stains on the sink. What in the heck am I talking about you ask? Hans refuses to take any form of medication, even Tylenol, so when he thinks he doesn’t feel good his way of ‘curing’ himself is to gargle salt water and then spit it (very haphazardly, I might add) into the kitchen sink. It has done the trick for ten years. . . until this weekend.
Thanksgiving Day Hans seemed pretty good but by evening he said he wasn’t feeling so hot. Friday he was down all day and it wasn’t getting better and said his throat hurt. Monday morning was the shocker. Hans came to me and says, ‘How do you find a doctor?’. WHAT?! He, of course, has insurance, but hasn’t been to the doctor in about ten years! That afternoon I got an email with the subject ‘prognosis’ and that he has strep throat. I came home and found a medicine cabinet on the kitchen island.
Just call me nurse Christina, because I have babying him with ice cream and any kind of soup I can find. I have stocked our fridge with his favorite, ginger ale, and of course a ton of orange juice. I have also been following him around with Oust and Lysol and have washed the sheets everyday for the past three days.
Hans is supposed to fly to Minnesota at 6:30 am tomorrow for two days. I don’t know how in the hell he’s going to do that since he just went to bed and it is only 4 pm! I’m just finding every way to fight germ warfare at this point. . .
Nursing the sick,
Christina
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Dr. Christina- You should give him a hot toddy. Even if it doesn't help, they are fun to drink.
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