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The Weekend Bug

It’s June 3rd. The week is over. It started as a challenge for me as this was to be the first week my four and a half year old daughter would be home from school, with me, while I was working.  I started a nine hour a day job back in March with the perk of working from home. Awesome…most of the time.

So, we set the stage for my recently retired mom to come for a four day visit with the intent of Mom leaving Saturday morning before Red went to stay with her dad for an overnight. It was the perfect set up that would have allowed me an entire 18 hours to do some things for me, not the least of which being a pedicure, a chick flick, and a glass of wine. But, the best laid plans, at least, that’s what they say, right?

Mom woke up at her usual time on Saturday morning, feeling good and talking about heading home. Thirty minutes later, she was poised over my toilet eliminating the last of the previous night’s meal. Gruesome. She thought it was acid indigestion that would quickly dissipate then she would head home. Wrong. She caught Red’s stomach virus from the week before, and now, Sunday morning, is still here, and still sick. Poor thing.

I feel helpless and horrible. I know how bad it stinks to be caught with a bug far away from home. It’s no fun puking in someone else’s toilet, scrounging is someone else freezer for anything cold, or poking through unfamiliar cabinets for saltines and bananas when that would be the very last thing there. She’s managed well and though it’s not been easy, we’re almost at the end…I hope.

So, during this last couple of days, I’ve discovered a lot about myself:

  1. I’m not a good nurturer to grown folks. I can provide the things they need most – a cold cloth, a clean pillow, bananas, saltines and ginger ale – but I cannot pat them on the back, hold their hair back, or anything I would otherwise do for my child. That needs to be alone time.
  2. I have become a germophobe. Okay, so this probably has a whole lot to do with the fact that we are leaving for the beach on Tuesday and the last thing I want is to be stuck in a one bathroom condo a third of the size of my 1,000 square foot house with three other people and the virus from hell. My house wreaks of Clorox and Lysol and I cannot wash the linens fast enough.
  3. This has re-emphasized my choice of companionship while I am sick. I don’t like anyone patting me on the back or holding my hair. Instead, I prefer someone run to the store, bring me a cold cloth, and from a distance, ask if I am okay. They too can slather the house in Clorox and Lysol. That is just fine. So what if I live by the Golden Rule, treat others as you wish to be treated. What’s so bad about that?

Mom should feel better in a few hours and I will likely drive her to Macon after Red’s little friend’s birthday party this morning. Dear Lord, heal my mother and keep Red and I safe from this bug so we can enjoy our vacation. Please and thank you. Amen!

How are you on the care giving scale? One being the uncomfortable type and 10 being an angel. I consider myself right there in the middle.

Hope you have a wonderful and virus-free week.

Mary Preston - June 4, 2012 - 4:10 am

It depends upon who is sick. If it’s my children, then yes I’m an Angel. Anyone else: pretty much fend for yourself, keep your germs to yourself, basically – go away.

Marilyn Baron - June 4, 2012 - 7:35 am

If it’s my children, I’m an angel. My husband, I’m angel-like, because he is very self-sufficient. Anyone else? Not a safe bet. I was never a germophobe because I believe that getting germs will make you stronger, and less susceptible to illness, that it would build up your constitution. But since the last flu that went away and came back, and was a particulary nasty strain this year, I didn’t want that to happen again, so I’m more cautious. But when you fly or really anywhere, you can pick up all kinds of germs. It’s a fact of life. So I try not to worry about that. The most telling part of your wonderful self-analysis is the “Best laid plans” part. That’s so true.

Linsey Lanier - June 4, 2012 - 8:24 am

I feel for you and your mother, Lindy. I hate being sick. I too am a confirmed germophobe. I love a house when it smells of Lysol. Sounds like you know just what to do for both adults and kids when they’re sick. When I’m under the weather, I mostly want to be left alone. Here’s hoping everyone is well soon. :-))

Maxine - June 4, 2012 - 11:44 am

So sorry for you and your mom. You’re doing all you can. Sure hope you stay healthy for your vacation! I used to try to “Angel” my husband when he got sick, but it only took once or twice for me to stop that! He’s a major “do it by himselfer.”

Lindy - June 4, 2012 - 12:08 pm

Hi all. Thanks so much for stopping by to comment. I am currently at the ER with Mom due to Dehydration (we hope). I’ll check in when I can. Thanks for your support. Hugs to all from a semi-angel,

C.E. Hart - June 4, 2012 - 3:50 pm

I’m mostly an angel, but would prefer them to tell me to go away while they’re in puke-mode. lol

Hope your mother is feeling better soon.

Pamela Mason - June 4, 2012 - 4:42 pm

Oh No Lindy! Not the ER! I hope she’s okay!
(Now you’ll really have to bleach yourself!)

Sucks that bugs always appear when you’ve got a beach vacay planned!

Susan Carlisle - June 4, 2012 - 5:01 pm

I’m a 10 for my kids most of the time. I’m a 5 for husband , mother and mother in law and a 0 for whiners. Now you know why I don’t have a degree in nursing.

Debbie Kaufman - June 4, 2012 - 5:23 pm

Lindy, so sorry for both you and your mom. As to where I am on the caretaker level, well let’s just say I should have that tattoo removed from my forehead and come down off the def-con level scale in this area.

Tamara LeBlanc - June 4, 2012 - 6:18 pm

Lindy, I’m so sorry for you and your mom, what a shame. Hope everything gets better real quick, and I’ll say a little prayer you get used to the smell of Clorox.
Hugs, Tamara

Dianna Love - June 4, 2012 - 9:19 pm

Oh, so sorry for both of you, Lindy. I SUCK at taking care of anyone. It’s not that i don’t try, it’s that I just don’t have that natural ability. No matter what I think is “helpful,” I usually get it wrong if it’s any more complicated than bringing icepacks, soup and something to drink. Thankfully, my husband isn’t sick often because the few times he has been I’ve suggested all the wrong things so now I just argue until he lets me take him to the doctor. I fear for his life in my hands. My husband, on the other hand, is an amazing caregiver. He always knows what to do.

However, where I excel is when a family member is in the hospital or getting a medical run around – I get called in to straightened things out and/or getting answers. :) Hugs on the bug in the house.

Carol Burnside - June 5, 2012 - 1:53 pm

Generally, I’m Florence Nightengale, but with non-family members, I’m a little less ‘hands on’. ;)

Here’s hoping you escape THE BUG!

Tami Brothers - June 5, 2012 - 9:39 pm

Oh Lindy! That totally sucks. I hope she feels better soon and that you and Red are good to go for the vacation. I know how miserable being sick on vaca can be.

Have a terrific time!!!!

Tami :)

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