Author’s Note: Okay, here’s the thing – this is not a pretty fluffy entry. There are no beautiful dresses or sparkly eyed ponies or picture-perfect rainbows in it and if you have a tender tummy or you’re eating anything, you probably don’t want to read the following.
You still reading? Okay, well don’t say I didn’t warn you.
Last week, I somehow managed to catch the creepy superbug that is making its way around Toronto. I don’t know how I caught it. In fact, I was pretty sure the previous week, when everyone else but me suddenly became horribly violently ill, that I was somehow immune to the sickness that was bringing everyone down.
Unfortunately, that weekend, after I got back from fabric shopping, I started to feel not quite right. First, my appetite disappeared. As I am a world class eater, I knew right then something had to be wrong if I was turning up my nose at food. Then, my stomach started to hurt. Then, I got a cold sweat. Then, I started to shake.
It was bad. Real bad. Lying on the cold tile of the bathroom floor, I knew what I had to do, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Mr. Hummingbird was there. He was watching me. I couldn’t let him see me be sick.
My stomach of course had other plans. Though I didn’t want to, I had to let it go and before I knew it, I was doing my best imitation of Mr. Creosote from The Meaning Of Life. It was horrible. Not only did it go on for hours, emptying my stomach of things I hadn’t eaten since 1985 including McDLTs and Bonkers Gum, but I learned weird new things about myself like:
1) My skin has the ability to turn lime green.
2) I can also throw up out my nose. (Now there’s a talent that’s sure to win me beauty pageants!)
The weirdest thing of all, though, was Mr. Hummingbird. Despite the fact we’ve been together almost four years, he had never ever seen me like that so, when faced with a geyser of a girlfriend, I have to admit, I expected him to run and/or be dutifully repulsed by my sickness. However, he was just the opposite, incredibly calm and there through it all, giving me tissues and glasses of water and rubbing my back to comfort me after I’d been sick. And the next day, his awesomeness continued, as he made me tea and wrapped me up in blankets to keep me warm. I know it’ll sound like an insane thing to say, but in the midst of everything, it was actually very comforting to have him there and to know that I have someone who is just as willing to hold my hand as hold my hair back when I’m not feeling well. What can I say? I guess I’m just a sicko like that.
Have you and your fiance ever dealt with a sickness together? What did you do to help each other/cope?
(P.S. On a side note, I’d appreciate it if anyone who reads this could think good thoughts for my cousin who was recently diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. She and her husband just found out and she has to start chemo soon, so good juju is very much appreciated right now.)