I’ve got the SNIFFLES! :(
I got the cold last Friday and I have to say, I really really HATE getting a cold. Aside from the inconvenience of blowing my nose every 30 seconds, I hate feeling dumb. It’s like my mind is in slow motion all the time. You know? You can’t really grasp anything right away because everything’s too slow?
That’s how I feel and I hate it.
It started when my husband started getting sick because of over fatigue. He’s been working his ass off for the last week and a half. Two weekends ago, I felt like I was starting to feel like I was coming down with something. So I called in sick last Monday, tried to talk my husband into resting too but he decided to go the office because there’s so much stuff to do. He came back home in the afternoon but left for the office again.
I on the other hand, felt better and went to work. While he kept feeling under the weather throughout the week. I thought I was in the clear but last Friday, my nose started running.
My husband gets really worried when I get a cold. He says that I look AND ACT like the world is going to end at any moment. It’s the first time in weeks that he’s his normal caring self. He’d ask me how my nose was, how I was feeling instead of getting totally rapt by his oh so busy world. I get that the pressure was getting to him (which is off character because he usually doesn’t let me get affected despite anything that’s been happening in his professional life) but at least now he’s back. He’s my husband again.
I understand that we all eventually change. Sometimes for the better and sometimes we change into exactly the people we avoid turning into (namely, our parents). I’ve always believed that circumstances in our lives will come and go but it’s how we learn and react to these events that defines our character.
I just hope he doesn’t turn into my Mom, who’s a raving workaholic. Don’t get me wrong, I love her to death but because of her work, there were huge gaps in her relationships with the people who matters and should matter in her life. So now, she lives a life of fear. Fear of being alone.
I hope he doesn’t forget that we’re only doing this in the meantime and that there’s an end goal in mind. A life that has meaning and full of love. I don’t care how many weeks in a year my husband would seem possessed as long as he keeps coming back to who he truly is and he’ll never forget to return to being the man I fell in love with. Just like this damn cold. It’s here now but it’s not the end of the world and it definitely does not define me.
