Even though he got a flu shot, my husband came down with the dreaded bug. His symptoms started on Sunday afternoon on our way back from Tahoe so I took over driving. For the next two days he was wiped out, horizontal, either in bed, mostly, or on the couch. I don’t mind taking care of him because he is a very good patient. He doesn’t complain, he just sleeps.

Each morning for the last two days, I made his breakfast (actually I pretty much do that every day), gave him his swig of DayQuil and put him back to bed. Since I only work five minutes from home, I came home at lunch to make him soup and check on him. Eva, who gets out of school at 1:30, looked after him the rest of the day until I got home for dinner. All of this was hardly necessary since all Paul did was sleep.

He’s better now. Just a bit of a cough. Perhaps the flu shot he got helped because his illness did not last that long, or he just got a weaker strain of virus. He’s now vertical and back to work. Even though I didn’t really do that much for him, he said he felt so much better just knowing that I was there. How sweet. I just hope I didn’t catch any of his germs.