Hubby came home from work today complaining that he felt like shit. I begged him to stay away from me because I really don’t want to get sick again. Even though I’m trying to eat healthier and taking vitamins again I’ve been sick a lot this summer.

I swear if anyone has picked up a virus this summer it’s been transmitted back to me. If someone sick uses one of those pens on a chain at the bank and then I use it, I’m picking up their germs. If someone touches a grocery cart before me, I’m picking up their germs. As much as I’m anti-antibacterial most of the time (I think it promotes the growth of super germs), this summer I’ve carried hand gel everywhere.

So when Hubby started hurling about an hour after he got home I told him I didn’t want to be mean, but I was staying away from him. It’s got to be bad if it makes Hubby hurl. He never hurls. Me on the other hand, I can make myself puke by just thinking about it long enough.

On top of being in and out of the bathroom, Hubby pulled a hamstring. He’s tried to spend most of the evening laying in bed watching tv, but I’ve seen him hobbling back and forth to the bathroom many times. Within a couple hours it was killing him just trying to move it into another position on the bed. The muscle has tightened up on him.

It upsets me seeing the poor guy in so much pain and sick at the same time, so I finally gave in. I ran an epsom salt bath for him, gave him one of his muscle relaxers, and helped him into the tub. He soaked for awhile, then I helped him out, put him back to bed, and rubbed some Freeze It on his leg. Then I quickly retreated back to my office to hide from his germs hoping I hadn’t already picked them up.

I went back to check on him around midnight, and he was sound asleep.  I decided to jump in the shower while he wasn’t blowing it out both ends in the bathroom.  I had just lathered my hair up with shampoo when I heard him stumble in and yack.

Now puking doesn’t bother me.  I can hold your hair all night if I need to, but something changed tonight.  As soon as I heard him I felt my stomach flop.  I sat down on the edge of the tub, put my head between my legs and hurled my guts out as the water from the shower pounded on my head.  I sat there like that until the water went cold on me, then I finally made myself finish my shower quickly.

I barely made it out of the tub and to the toilet before I started puking again.   Damn him, he gave me his germs.  I’d like to say my puking sequence is finished, but I’ve had to make a bathroom run 3 times in the middle of this post.