I’ve mentioned before how awful I am when I’m sick, but I never seem to be able to translate it completely–so I figured it would be a great place to start my “What the Blog Won’t Tell You” series.
I’ve asked my husband to explain his perspective on this, using a non-text medium. I hope it makes you smile as much as it made me smile! Enjoy!
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In dire or emergency situations, I’m actually pretty handy. I’ve been the helping hand through more births, heart attacks, strokes, seizures, fires, and broken bones than I care to remember.
When it comes to the little things, though– like flus and headcolds– I’m a pretty awful caretaker. I’m hyper, stubborn, suspicious of medicine, and forgetful.
Those same things also make me a nightmare patient.
I don’t like to cough, and if you happen to be around when I’m coughing– I’ll scowl at you. (It was probably your fault.) I don’t like being stuck in bed, and if I am stuck in bed, it’s probably because I’m about to die– and no, you can’t have my radio. The grumpiness and drama of me-with-a-cold is hard to explain in mere text –but I think this did the trick!
Are you a good patient and caretaker?
You can visit my husband at GraysonQueen.com. Be sure to check out his book, and send some rawrLove his way!
Orange Buffalo by Grayson Queen
