Soonerwife has been sick recently with a series of upper respiratory and sinus infections for going on a month now. I’m not the best husband in the world, but I’ve been doing the best I can to care for her. Well, after three different antibiotic prescriptions and several different remedies, she’s finally starting to mend. This is a good thing because I have a 103.4* fever at the moment.
The joys of marriage.
Now, Mr. Toughguy Infantryvet is about to become Mr. Whiny McSickypants. Really. I fall apart at the slightest sniffle when I’m at home. When I was a Soldier, and particularly an NCO, I sucked it up and drove on, because that’s what you do. I once did a training jump when I had pneumonia. I was hard core, which is to say I was a fucking moron. But not anymore. I get sick these days, and I camp on the couch or the bed in sweats and a comforter with the TV on Netflix and I whine. A LOT.
So, how are you guys failing to cope effectively and regressing to childhood this morning?