I was really thinking that I would get at least 3 or 4 posts up this week.  I mean, I have a ton of back-logged material- I still have pictures from the fair to share with you, not to mention all the rest of the California goodness.  I mean, you should check out my flickr.  There is all kinds of (really poor pictures of) good stuff- fried things!  barnyard animals!  backyard bbqs!  weddings!  last minute trips to gas stations during weddings while wearing 4 inch hooker shoes!  I even got a picture of all 4 Bach siblings in one place at one time!

But three things have slowed me down this week- first, I came down with a wicked bug the last day we were in California (thanks Mom!) and have been housebound since we got back.  Second, this week was pure hell at work and I got stuck working late (from home) every day.  And third, and most dangerous, Mike then took my sick power and triple compounded it.  I’m actually starting to feel better, but him…  not so much.

This is what he looked like when he went to the doctor’s office and pharmacy today:

the walking dead

contagion alert!

deathbed

waiting for relief

So yeah, he’s not doing so hot.  The doctor thinks he has a nasty flu (possibly swine, but it’s probably too late for Tamiflu anyway) and even ordered a chest x-ray to make sure it wasn’t pneumonia (it’s not- test came back negative).  Unfortunately, the doctor also told him that it could take a month until he feels normal again, so now he’s convinced he’s really about to die.  Thanks.

Now he’s pumped full of sleepy meds and fluids and tea and going into hibernation mode.  Wish him luck for a speedy recovery (and wish me luck that I keep recovering).  Hopefully I’ll be sensible and stay inside this weekend and get some blogging updates, along with some knitting, serious soup making and house cleaning, accomplished.

Oh, and if you think it’s cruel to post pictures of him looking so miserable, I have 3 things to say to you: 1) I do most of the writing on this blog, so I get to decide who gets embarrassing pictures of themselves posted; 2) I kind of love his outfit and wanted to share- who wears that much pink when they’re sick?; 3) Who do you think is pumping him full of said fluids and medicine and is generally comforting him?  Me, the best freaking wife EVER, of course.