I’m a geek’s wife but sometimes I’m just a regular wife-today is one of those days. This isn’t to say that my husband is any less geeky today as he was yesterday, it’s just that right now he’s sick and when you’re sick these things tend to be put momentarily aside. After days of coughing and hacking I convinced my invincible husband to take a sick day and recover. This isn’t actually what I wanted him to do.
I’ve been trying to get him to go see a doctor for a few days now with little luck. I think he sounds a lot like he’s got bronchitis-mostly because the last time he had bronchitis he started to sound a lot like Barry White and when I woke up this morning I thought I was in bed with another man. To prove my point even further, he tried singing a Barry White song and his singing voice was actually good. This is a sure sign that something is not right with him. Normally his singing voice is enough to make our dog run for cover-ok maybe that’s a bit of an exaggeration but……let’s just say he didn’t win me over with his singing….or dancing for that matter but that’s another story for another time.
The funny thing is, when I’m sick my husband will be the first to say that I need to go to a doctor. He has a very healthy relationship with doctors, having needed to see lots of them for various reasons through his life. I on the other hand don’t like doctors very much. Not having a family doctor nearby for a long period of time might have had something to do with it.
I “fondly” remember going to the ER on a few occasions only to have things be made worse. The first time was during exam period in my first year of university when I was so sick with the flu that my Don called a cab for me and sent me to the hospital. Here they continued to make me wait for a million hours, conducted a flu test on me and sent me home. If you have never had a flu test and you’d like to experience it for yourself let me describe the process. Take a really long cotton swab, shove it up your nose and into the back of your throat. Now if that doesn’t make you feel better when you already feel like dying I don’t know what will. They also proceeded to track me down two weeks later to tell me that I did indeed have the flu-in case I didn’t know already. The second experience happened in the same ER where a doctor basically accused me of faking my symptoms. I’m not sure why he thought I might do this because antibiotics really don’t have the same effects or street value that some other things I might try to get would. Not only that but who doesn’t love sitting around in the waiting room just for fun?
So after telling my husband on multiple occasions that he should go to the doctor I went in for the jugular-I called his mom. Of course he neglected to tell her that he’d been hacking for days and that he was so exhausted he nearly fell asleep standing at the bathroom sink. And even though his mom recommended going to the doctor (after I had filled her in on the information her son had felt wasn’t relevant) he still refused to go.
So I’ll take my mini victory in his sick day. Hopefully I’m wrong and tomorrow he’ll wake up refreshed and feeling fine and he’ll go back to work. If not, he’s going to the doctor.
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