Call Me Selfish in Book Seven: Reconstruction 2020

So… my fever has broken I think. I mean I am sweating a shit-ton, I am lightheaded, super dizzy, my throat absolutely hurts like HELL, and I don’t feel well at all… but since I have spent the last three days with a fever of 103… I am chalking up a fever of 100 and a massively sore throat as a win.

That being said? Enter “The Wife Factor.” Though, I should say for the Buffy reference “The Yoko Factor”. So… as my brain was absolutely boiling… Martha didn’t walk Nala or proactively take care of me (much). She made me Chicken Noodle Soup once an refilled my water twice. So… I felt like absolute DREG and Nala was mostly hanging out with my fevered ass in bed. And yet, not surprisingly, Martha has gotten sick. Now… her fever peaked at 100 and she’s mostly better after 24 hours. And yet… she is moaning and citing misery and pain and discomfort.

And it is yet another example of how my body’s penchant for massively unpleasant extremes can make my normally understanding nature wear super fast. But in a complicated fashion. Like… Martha’s illness experience is basically nothing compared to mine but as is typical, she has been a lot more vocal about her “suffering.” And yet… I am fighting my feelings on it because I feel bad that I’m still too sick myself to take care of her.

But then… that is the perfect example of our relationship’s issues, isn’t it? Chris has a serious, legitimate issue and he has to take care of it mostly on his own. Martha has a mild version of same, complains nonstop, and Chris feels like he should be doing more. Yup. Perfect glimpse into our shit.