Some of you expressed enthusiasm for the idea of hearing about my "Everyday Adventures". So I'm here today to relate the everyday adventure of being sick.
It's like this-Baby Arianna is sick on Tuesday and, unbeknownst to us, our house becomes a virtual incubator of viral plague. Wednesday morning we are feeling a little funny and grocery shopping falls to the much more palatable idea of staying home and resting. Wednesday evening rolls around and we are feeling sick indeed, call into church, I'm so sorry I'm sick and I can't teach my class tonight, would you mind taking over for me thank you so much you're a lifesaver. Wednesday night and we're....well...the only ACCURATE way to describe it is the worst sickness that has ever happened to anyone in the history of forever (I kid, I kid!). Thursday I am too sick to watch poor baby and the day is spent laying down, feeling awful, and avoiding food. Friday, today, I am sad to report that I am still quite under the weather. But I am upright, breathing, and fit to type!
Now I think it's important to tell you that only my mother and I have gotten sick so far, which brings me to a portion of this post I am going to call
I have an awesome little brother.
On Wednesday morning he noticed I was feeling unwell, so he made me my favourite breakfast.
And even though I wasn't quite hungry, the gesture was sweet!
Thursday comes around, and the adults in his house are dead to the world.
"Do I have you take care of you like little children? Uhhhh. Okay?"
He makes us rice. He bikes down to the corner convenience store to buy us ginger ale. We have blankets and pillows. He tells us, most gallantly, that we CAN watch "Mooshy girly stuff" on Netflix, he doesn't mind.
Moral of the story: Being sick is lame, but it helps if you're blessed with a little brother who often acts like a big one.
A big brother, that is.