I have been run over by the snot train. It hit me and then backed up and ran over me again just to make sure I got the point. Now the good news, I am on the mend. Heres how it began: Valentines Day, we had wonderful dinner plans. My Main Squeeze called me at work and said he was so sorry but he was not feeling well and asked if we could cancel. Since he is my year round Valentine, I had no problem saying no. So instead of dinner by candlelight with a jazz singer serenading us in the background, I had Taco Bell with my hubby hacking in the background. By morning he had a fever of 102.5. Well my darling is not a man to let Valetines go by without giving me something special. Since he couldn't get out to buy a gift, he gave me his flu. Instead of chocolates and romance, we shared tissues and the thermometer. We shared in the misery Friday and Saturday. I tried to make sure that since Rod seemed sicker, I would do all I could to make sure he was as comfortable as possible, knowing that the table could soon be turned and then I would need to lean on him. I Googled "Home Remedies for the Flu" and then headed off to the store with my list of herbs and potions. I came home with my weapons of choice against this germ and fixed Rod a big glass of green tea. I came upstairs and saw the patient, complete with bloodshot eyes and red lips due to fever. When I woke him, it took several seconds for his eyes to focus on who in the world was calling his name.As my symptoms were beginning to rise, I crawled under the blankets, shivering and coughing all the while thinking,"Great, another man down!" I told Rod to drink his tea and he said in the slowest, saddest little voice,"I am too cold to drink this. I probably could if you put a straw in it and hold it up to my lips so I could stay under the covers." I looked at him and said,"You are kidding, right?" His reply was,"Well kind of but not really." I climbed back out of the covers and went to the kitchen to get him a neon blue bendy straw. I came back up and told him that he would have to hold his own. I climbed back under the covers and there we lay until Saturday afternoon. That was when the troubles began. I took a poll and realized that I had now surpassed him as far as symptom severity. He was actually able to get up and move around so I asked him if he could call in food somewhere and then we would have Meals-on-Wheels (or my daughter) pick it up for us. From downstairs he yelled up at me, (who by the way was still laying flat out in the bed),"Could you look up the phone number?" I said no I didnt really feel like it could he do it. That was when the tatrums began. First he looked like the 3 year old and then I took my turn. We actually went into a dialog of symptoms to try and convince the other person of who really was the sickest! I wanted to laugh at how ridiculous we both were acting but I was too sick to laugh and deep down, I really wanted to convince him that I was sicker and if I started laughing, I would blow my case. Well by Monday, Rod headed off to work, feeling better and I got back into my daily routine as well. Good thing the flu didnt last long or we may have needed to contact an attorney. This was definently not our most romantic Valentines Day but I must say, one I will not soon forget. One more thing, I want to say a special little hello to a friend of ours, Kathy. Howdy Girlfriend !!!!! She is not a Xanga person but she should be!! | 
