In Sickness and In Health
Little did we know that we were going to be living out the words “In sickness and in health”… Sunday evening on our way home from church we were driving home and I suddenly started to feel very achy. I would swallow and I knew that feeling…I (Stephanie) was coming down with something that was going to kick my backside the next few days. I told Jason I was feeling weak and as soon as we got home I took a nice warm bubble bath trying to open my sinuses (hoping that was the case). …wrong. I had several things to do before I went to bed that night but I was way too exhausted to attempt any of them. I went to bed early that night not even realizing I had fallen asleep. I am a very light sleeper so I woke up to hearing Jason doing his very best to get ready for work quietly.
He saw I was awake and he asked how I was feeling. I felt miserable, and I told him I had so much to get done today not including last night’s list but I was just too drained to get out of bed. The more I thought about getting stuff done the more miserable I felt. I just wanted to hibernate in my bed all day. With all the thinking of having to get things done and being sick I nodded off once again. Then I heard my husband again but this time he was kneeling beside the bed praying for me. I was trying to wake up but my body was exhausted, and all I could do was hold his hand and smile at him as he prayed to God for me to get well. As he rubbed my head and kissed me good-bye he asked me if there is anything at all he could do before he left and that he hated to leave. I assured him that I would be ok and I have dealt with worse before on my own and not to worry. He gave me another kiss and I asked him if he had eaten breakfast and had a lunch. He told me he took care of it and to get some rest. So I started to doze off once again and this time I heard my door open to him coming in with a very much needed hot cup of tea. For those of you reading this that doesn’t know me, I am a hot tea drinker. I was raised in a home where my grandmother always had the kettle whistling on the stove. So, seeing this cup of tea my loving husband was bringing in the room I was like a hunter eyeing her prey. I didn’t realize how much I needed it until I took my first sip.
Around lunchtime I was starting to feel my worst. I could tell I had a fever and needed to get fluids and food in me. I got up from the bed and made my way to the medicine basket to get my thermometer. My assumptions were right my temperature was 101.3. At this point, I was thinking I know when it’s time to throw in the towel and go to the ER but first I tried some home remedies before walking into a den of more germs. I was making my way to the bathroom to get a cold cloth when my phone rang. It was Jason calling me from work to check to see how I was doing. I told him I had a fever and felt miserable. He asked if I needed him to come home or needed anything, I once again assured him that I would be fine and I was going to lie back down. A few hours had passed after applying ice packs, cooling cloths, peppermint oil and Tylenol. I was able to rest for a grand total of 15 odd minutes. It was getting to that time when Jason would be on his way home and I had no idea how I was going to be able to make dinner when I could hardly stand up. He called to tell me he was on his way home and not to worry about making dinner. I love making dinner, but I will admit I felt so relieved to hear him say this. I laid in bed resting until Jason got home. Soon as the door opened I felt so much more relaxed I knew he was home and missed and needed him. He opened the door and he was holding a bag of cough drops and better cold medicine. The entire evening he urged me to rest and wanted me to get better. He made me soup, tea and even helped me with a nice bubble bath.
The next day, I started feeling a little better but still very weak and running a fever. Jason was still making sure I got rest and asked if I needed anything and he prayed with me before heading off to work. He called me around lunchtime to see how I was feeling again, only this time he sounded miserable. He said his boss told him to take the rest of the day off and to take the germs home so he called to tell me he was on his way home. I heard the front door open and I saw my husband walk in looking like I did a few days ago. My heart just about melted seeing him. We both went to bed and as we both started to nod off I had a coughing attack that made me pull a muscle in both my back and chest. Even as sick as we both were, he began to rub my back until I fell asleep. I woke a few hours later because my fever had broken. While I was feeling so much better, I could see my husband was starting to feel miserable like I was a day ago. So it was my turn now to step up and take care of my husband like he took care of me when I needed him.
The overall idea of this is not to tell you how we are when we become sick. Everyone catches a virus sooner or later and we all know the struggle. The focus I want to keep here are the actions that were taken in this situation. Married or not …the point I want to make from this (true) story is we need to put others needs before our own and do it gracefully…not for attention or for applause. What my husband did to help me get well was an act of selfless behavior not selfish. My husband’s care and love meant more to me than words or gifts. He didn’t want anything in return, he just acted and did what was best to help me get better and didn’t expect anything in return. The only thing he got in return was the same virus and I’m 100% sure that is not what he was looking for!