Unscheduled Spring Cleaning

While I like a good Spring clean as much as the next person, I really hadn't planned on spending last weekend scrubbing my house out with bleach. I had especially not planned on being locked in said house, dependent on the kindness of very kind friends to drop of care packages of movies, gingerale and saltines while we withered  indoors during Vancouver's first beautiful sunny weekend. We got Norwalk, also known as the nasty, nasty stomach bug that just won't quit. And if being up all night expelling the contents of your entire guts isn't enough fun for you, Norwalk seems to  leave you basically wasted for about 48-72 hours afterwards, which is helpful since unless you hate the human race -- particularly the ones who inhabit your community -- you really ought to quarantine yourself. And so we did.

Martin and I have never been sick together. Not really. There was that time in Costa Rica when he was sick on the way down, and I was sick a few days later and we've had the odd overlapping cold where one starts to get sick as the other is pulling out, but this was different. We were both in bed, flat out useless from Thursday night until sometime Sunday evening. The end. Even moving to the couch to watch movies together was more than we could handle. So, we didn't. We actually lay in beds having conversations like this:

"I can't get comfortable."
"Me Neither."
"Do you mind if I just kind of roll around and moan for a while? I think that might be more comfortable."
"Sure, I did that this morning. It helped."

We had the conversation more than once. I don't tell you all this to get pity. We have enough for ourselves. But rather to note that while I'd never, ever want to have Norwalk again (ever), there was something strangely lovely about having it with Martin. We always comment on how little time off we have together. Save our vacations away, we only have one common day off (Sundays) and we're almost always doing chores/running errands/tearing the house apart or putting it back together/etc. It was kind of nice to just lay around, even if it was in agony. And to know that we can lay around in agony together and actually laugh every once in awhile. Almost makes up for missing bike rides through the Spring weather and cherry blossoms. Almost.

Comments

[Michele]

Your sick bed conversation totally made me laugh out loud. (probably because we've all been there) Hope you're both feeling better!