It's that time of the year when the "man cold" is moving from person to person. I know this is quite a serious ailment and I should probably not laugh as I write this, but the amount of drama that is happening in my home right now is quite silly. I have been told on a number of occasions that will never understand the suffering associate with having a man cold. Yesterday after complaining that Brick would not stay in one comfy place to recuperate, I was told in a text:
"Perhaps it seems that way to you because you have never had the misfortune of suffering a man cold."
I tucked him into bed nearly a dozen times where he would sleep for about 1/2 hour and then would moan and move to some random uncomfortable location to sleep there for 1/2 hour. The cycle has been happening for a few days now and I finally decided a little documentation of this terrible illness was in order.
Even a little miso soup, which he loves, could not help his symptoms.
Poor little man.
He required snuggling and massages due to the pain in his side from all the coughing. Dad came through from him on purchasing his favorite clementine oranges, which he only had the strength to peel one.
By the end of the day (after a few days of "man cold" nursing), I was so thankful for reinforcements who helped snuggle and comfort the pathetic patients where were sure life as they knew it would never be the same.
The boys did not think this was very funny, but it seemed quite appropriate as a few of us females have also been sick.