In Sickness and In Health



Yep, Mumford & Sons was a great concert!  Helps when the band has only put out two albums, so you know and can sing along with every single song.  And it also helps when they just rock out like it wasn't the same performance they put out every other night. Yep, great concert!

What wasn't great was waking up at 5am this morning to Mike retching into the toilet, over and over again. This man hasn't gotten out of bed since then either.  And before you say it, no, there was no alcohol consumed either before, during or after the concert.  There was a lot of heat and more heat as we waited for the concert to begin in the open air arena, but no alcohol.

The Kistner household has been a home of bad sick for the last two weeks.  First me, then Jenae, then Saoirse.  Mike thought he was lucky enough to bypass the sick, but he was wrong.  What I have found during this bad sick time is that I am not a person with a great deal of compassion.  I am clinical while dealing with the children, sympathetic to them, but not a coddler.  Mike, though, seems to be on his own in his sickness.  I am sorry he is sick, I will ask after how he is feeling, but beyond that, I'm at a loss as to what to do.  To be fair, I don't expect help while I am sick and it makes me uncomfortable when I have to ask for help or when Mike helps me, unsolicited.  I guess I have a lousy bedside manner - thankfully I am not a doctor!  How do you personally deal with your loved ones when they are sick?

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