Our household has been infiltrated by the enemy.
Translation: My husband brought home a respiratory virus that laid him out on the couch for over a week, and it appears that it's my turn now. I'm still just at the sore throat stage, so there's only the splitting headache, all-over aches and pains, coughing up a lung, and nose running like a tap stages left to go. Thumbs up!
So I started thinking about the pros and cons of being the second person in a two-person household to catch the bug.
You get to know in advance what fresh hell of symptoms awaits you each day and approximately how long you'll feel like dying.
You can stop sanitizing everything touchable because it's not going to keep you healthy now. Net gain of two hours free time per day, yay!
You can make the grocery store run for juice, soup, and kitty litter before you feel too awful to go.
You get to know in advance what fresh hell of symptoms awaits you each day. Who wants Dread on top of Sick?
Your partner is still sick, so you don't feel right asking for help until you're sicker. This creates a dilemma. How sick is "sicker"? How do you know how your partner is feeling compared to how you're feeling? This is how martyrdom gets started. Can be incendiary. Handle with care.
When you make the grocery store run (you and your initial symptoms of the virus), you have to remember to sanitize the cart handle after you use it as well as before, because your conscience won't let you not do it. Admittedly, this is a small thing. But don't small things suddenly become big things when you're sick?
Meanwhile, the cats don't care who got sick first or who feels worse; they just want fed and their litter boxes cleaned. And if you're lying down, they want to lie on your chest because heated sleeping spots are one more thing cat slaves are good for.
Maybe having a dog would be easier.
. . . Then again, maybe not.