Going viral…and not in the good way
I am a cheerful, optimistic care-giver—and I’ve had a lot of practice at that skill.
Having said that, I recognize that I am a grumpy, whiny patient—and I’ve had a lot of practice at that recently, too.
Like most people who travel frequently, I live in constant fear of bringing home the latest bug. Considering that I’ve been traveling twice a month recently, I think coming down with only two colds a year is a pretty good success rate. That is, unless you ask my opinion while in the grip of aforementioned cold.
Here’s the thing: Any other sidelining injury—broken leg, sprained ankle, chicken pox quarrantine, sore throat—would have me home and happily knitting. It’s what makes me such a cheerful care-giver—you can knit while you tend your love one. You can knit bedside, in the waiting room, in the ER, and all the places that require so much patience that they make most people cranky.
But when I feel too poorly to knit? When a cold slams me so hard all I can do is slump on the couch with my Nyquil and tea watching bad television lamenting that I haven’t indulged in Netflix yet? I’m a world-class grump. I don’t sit still well, and knitting helps me cope with that. Take that capacity away, and well, let’s just say the whole world should be extra nice to my husband this week. “Too sick to knit” is bad news at my house, for sure.
I hope—for his sake and mine—that I’m back on track soon.