Hi everyone. I used to find " man flu funny". Now that I have to deal with it I'm not laughing. My dad has the flu and we are into day 2 of it. I suggested he lay on the sofa because it would be easier if he needed something. No, he didn't want to do that. He wanted to lay in his bed and watch TV and said that he would probably just sleep anyway.
Yeah, fat chance of that! He said he would just text me if he needed something. He wasn't kidding. He must have texted me 100 times yesterday and he's got a good start on this morning. Yesterday when I asked him what he wanted for lunch he said just a can of soup. Ok, he totally knows I never use canned soup and that we never have it on hand. So I told him I would make some chicken soup and he said he would rather have tomato. Fine. I made him tomato soup. After he ate it he said tomato soup always made him crave grilled cheese. He could have told me that before but ok. I made him grilled cheese. He texted me a million times wanting his laptop, asking if the mail had come yet, wanting a milkshake because his throat hurt, wanting me to bring up his phone charger, he ran out of tissues and asking if the heat was on because he had the chills. Instead of asking for all those things at once or even 2 at a time he managed to space them out so I was running up and down the stairs all day. He has a million books so I suggested he read one. I thought it might occupy him. But he said he didn't feel like reading. About 10 last night he said his nose hurt from blowing it so much and asked if we had any of those tissues with lotion. He knew we didn't or I would already given him them. So I went out and got some for him.
So this morning I was cooking breakfast for Tyler and I asked him what he wanted. He said he didn't feel like eating. I asked him if he was sure and he said yes he was sure. So about 45 minutes later, right after I had cleaned up the kitchen he said he thought he could handle some toast. Then he said if there were any scrambled eggs left he could eat some. Really?? Any left? With Tyler around he knows We don't usually ever have left overs. Especially breakfast left overs. So the toast he thought he could manage to choke down turned into scrambled eggs, bacon and toast. If he doesn't get better in the next day or so I worry about my hair because Im going to tear it all out!
I realize he's sick and that he can't help being annoying but I don't understand why it happens. My dad is totally not one to want to be waited on. Not usually anyway. What is it about being sick that turns men into such babies? Tyler always acts like a big baby when he's sick but I'm surprised my dad is. Evidently the man flu strikes men of all ages.
