Grape juice and toast with butter. That is what my Mother would serve us when we were sick. As children when my brothers and I mentioned we didn't feel well our Mother would say… "If you are sick go to bed and do not get up for 24 hours. No TV, no books, just bed and rest." It was the highway to boredom. She also added, that if we missed Mass on Sunday (because of being sick or otherwise) then the next "fun" event that we were invited to, we would have to miss. Being sick was truly no time for cuddling or comfort.
These last 24 hours I have had a lovely whammer of a cold. I rarely have a cold, let alone a sore throat (headaches are my weakest link.) I have a fever, ache all over and feel rotten.
After a night of no blankets (Bed Cover Hog was at it again) I threatened French Husband that if he did not make me some tea I was not going to comfort him the next time he was sick, (Are men in general babies when they are sick?) and I was going to write about it on my blog. "Oh no someone is sick and grumpy!" He added.
Promptly he brought me tea, toast and peeled grapefruit. All is forgiven… and now I am going to go to sleep.
Who takes care of you when you aren't feeling well?
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