‘A little lighthearted blog in a heavy time’
By Daniel McSweeney
I have been known to be a whiner when I get sick. It is my duty as a man to pull the covers up over my head and generously gift Sandra with opportunities for exercise; running to and fro catering to my every need. Pills. Hot chocolate. Coffee. Fluffing up my pillows – you know all that sort of stuff that allows a guy to wallow in delicious self male pity. That’s perhaps why she wants to keep me well. It has little to do with her concern for my aches and pains; more that my male whimpers and complaints drive her completely crazy. As I write, I am pushing her close to the edge by constantly taking my temperature. I started doing this as soon as I discovered a high temperature might be a sign of catching the corona virus. I immediately whipped out a thermometer and inserted it under my tongue. Lips clenched tight, I asked her in a muted mumble if I was doing it correctly and wondered how long to hold the device in place. It suddenly dawned on me that temperatures are taken in different ways; using different ’orifices’ of the body. In response, she casually took her time to musing out loud about where our thermometers had been. I misinterpreted her query. “What do you mean by that?” I asked with considerable alarm. “You mean somewhere in the house right? Not somewhere, you know, ‘down there?” They say a pregnant pause is a great thespian tool. She used it well; allowing my panic to linger in the air. “Let me think about that,” she said – followed by a smile and a guffaw that brought me instant relief. The thermometer I had tucked under my tongue had thankfully not been ‘down south.’ So, I continue to take my temperature at times rambling on about minor variations that drive her round the flippin’ bend. It is my job – and I do it well. My mind, however, is now completely at ease knowing this little device may have traveled far across the ocean to rainy England when we moved here in November, it has though never traveled to a place where the sun don’t shine,
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