Flu Servant
2004-01-13,

Call me the Flu Servant.

It�s that time of year, and there�s two sick females waiting for my return home, H and Hil (and yes, juli, she really is sick this time). H pretty much turned into a lump under a blanket on the couch in the traditional I�m-sick-so-I-get-to-watch-TV-all-day-and-drink-ginger-ale position. Hil was at her dad�s, but is probably right now also lying on the couch and moaning about the thing H has chosen to watch. And drinking ginger ale.

So call me the Flu Servant.

Don�t get me wrong; I like to take care of my family. I can make soup and toast and pour bubbly potables with the best of them. I dunno - it�s time-consuming. You finally manage to convince the sick person that she needs to just finally get in bed, and then suddenly your day is gone. But it�s not like it happens all that often, so I shouldn�t complain. And I don�t, even if H thinks that I�m being tortured by her sickness.

I guess I know how she feels, though; I certainly feel guilty about being sick. I don�t enjoy being the helpless object of caregiving. But then there�s something nice about it too. It�s a matter, I suppose, of enjoying the attention while not taking it for granted. And drinking ginger ale. Maybe soon, if I�m lucky, I�ll get to shiver under blankets in front of the TV all day. And drink ginger ale.

So call me the Flu Servant.

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