He is soooo mean!!!!

Yeah that's right I said it - HE IS SO MEAN! Oh I'm talking about Steve. So I am a bit sick. Well OK a little more than a bit. I have been running a fever since Thursday. The fevers have been kinda high - alright it hit 103' last night but gimme a break I just recently bought a thermometer - it only took 5 kids to finally buy one :) So after seeing death last night - and I mean death - I called the Dr.. Luckily she let me stay home and didn't make me go into the ER instead made me come into the office first thing this morning to run tests. Turns out I have an infection stemming from the delivery. I should have gone to the Dr. 2 days ago instead of letting this go. Now I have drugs but I am still at risk for getting more sick if I don't take it easy for the next few days and stay away from the germ machines in this house. The other problem is that the Dr. doesn't want me to feed Anthony until they are sure I am OK. Needless to say Anthony is NOT happy about this. So this brings me back to the mean one. He came home at 1pm - now that in itself is a feat. I mean Steve just doesn't come home like this but he did and I should be thankful except HE IS BEING MEAN. He has no bedside manner. He has quarantined me to bed. He told me to go to bed and watch Oprah. Ughhh Oprah doesn't come on until 4pm - JEESH!! He keeps jabbing me with the thermometer to check my temp. He is making me drink fluids. He is talking sternly. He won't let me finish the laundry or clean anything.

Let me tell you when he's sick with the littlest of colds the world stops. He whines and is very needy. He doesn't move from bed. He can't handle being sick at all without a full staff of nurses at his beckon call.

Thanks Babe for coming home to take care of me - your not really mean I am a BAD patient and should just stay in bed and get better and let you handle everything without arguing with you - xoxoxo