My husband was home sick today with a fever. He gets these inexplicable two-day fevers several times a year. They totally incapacitate him, and pretty much all he can do all day is sleep. Sly and I never get sick, though.
It's funny because my basic approach towards Tom when he's like this is just to leave him alone. I'm not especially warm or caring, I'm not really acting as his nurse. I might bring him a glass of water and force him to drink it, or suggest that he try to eat something every now and then. But for the most part, I just stay out of the way, letting him rest.
Meanwhile, his mood becomes totally and utterly SAPPY when he's sick. He constantly asks me to lie down with him "for just a little while" because he wants to be near me. I always refuse, though, telling him that he's generating way too much heat, and I wouldn't be able to stand it. He tells me every time I enter and leave the room how much he loves me, and how much he loves our son - you'd think he was on his deathbed or something. He thanks me repeatedly for taking such good care of him. haha! Seriously - I barely do anything. It's sweet, though, and makes me smile.
It's a shame that it had to happen today, though. Since St. Joseph's feast day is a first class feast, it means you can break the fasting of Lent. We were planning to celebrate the feast as well as the beautiful weather (high 70's! In March! In Pittsburgh!) by going out for ice cream.