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.
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.”