sympathy pain

December 4, 2012 • 16 comments • 1273 views

I was sneezing my weekend away recently, wiping snot every few minutes and giving Kleenex some profit in sales.

It got worse after the kebun day and on Sunday I was just lying in bed feet apart, arms apart with tissues constantly in sight.

I’m sure things will change just because I say this, but I don’t get the flu very often and I often boast to Dean about how immune system is pretty awesome.

Aa-chooooooo!

Not this time though. I looked like Rudolph and Dean was just pouring water down my throat.

“Don’t come near me. You might get sick too.”

Dean has the immune system of a baby seriously. He gets flu so easily and it can get really bad I could cry watching him puke in the toilet.

“No, don’t worry. I won’t get it.”

“No, don’t! I don’t want to pass it on to you.”

He told me to rest and kissed me good nap.

When I woke up, I felt soooo good. My nose was clear, my eyes weren’t painful, I was feeling on top of the world again. I went looking for Dean in the living room.

“I’m cured!!!!” I announced loudly, while walking to him.

And there he was, with the blanket wrapped around him and scrunched up tissues on the table.

“Oh no…” I said.

“Aaaaaa-choooo!! Aaaaa-choo!!” was his reply.

I’m not kidding, his sneezes always come in pairs or even quadruples.

He looked at me and smiled for a second. Then scrunched up his face to sneeze a couple more times before he managed to say

“Oh goody…. I guess the transfer’s complete then.”

So kesiannn!!