I've been away for a while because I've had another bout with depression. A long one. Holiday stress and anxiety didn't help, and I barely got things done that needed to be done. Mostly.
I'm recovering now. Why? Because on Christmas Eve, my husband came down with a man cold. Sudden onset--3:00 AM on Christmas morning. Fever, sore throat, achy. We were down in the country with the kids and grandkids and missed the Santa explosion because I had to bring him home and begin checking Urgent Care, Quick Care, Velocity Care--none of which were open.
Emergency room. (He was so sure he was going to die, I was afraid it was the flu.) Nope, a viral and bacterial infection. Meds. Whining. Sympathy...you know. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. Oh, how the makers of tissue profit during cold and flu season. I think he will recover; we're on day 8, and he has been back to work. With occasional relapses in the afternoon, naturally.
Our home pharmacy will now have to extend to me. Because he gave me his cold. But at least it is not a man cold. I know I will live. No need to make immediate additions to the will. And after five weeks of one of my more serious depressive episodes, the man cold finally forced me out of it. So all is good.
Well, except that I am behind in everything and overwhelmed with "make-up" work. And apologies that need to be given many failures during those weeks.
So...bless the man cold. And thank heavens, he doesn't read my blog!
To any other wives dealing with this alarming illness:
I know I owe letters. Please forgive. As soon as I recover from my much milder version of the cold, I promise to reply!