Your dad is good at taking care of a sickie. Hope sometimes he plays hookie at work and takes care of you when you aren't feeling well. He does it with this flair that makes you feel so special and taken care of. I hate going to the doctor. So when I wanst feeling well, I avoided it for over a week. I kept getting worse, so your dad insisted that I go.
He made me call into work, so he could take me to the doctor. We need to find a real doctor- that we can go to routinely. So instead we headed to the ihop for breakfast and then to the insta-care. There is something about a GIANT hot chocolate that makes you feel like everything is going to be ok, even if you have no idea how things will turn out.
He talked for me when we were checking in and talking to the nurses because my voice was so hoarse that it hurt to even try to speak. & when the Doctor wanted to send me away without anything for the pain, he objected. Then he drove to the pharmacy to get my prescriptions filled and took me home to bed.
Over the next few days he took care of me. Let me sleep late and hog all the good pillows. He brought me ice water and my meds when it was time to take them again. On Saturday he brought me a GIANT Diet Coke and a burger King breakfast sandwich. Not that Diet Coke or Burger King has any healing powers, but the nice thought did.
& on Sunday he cooked me my favorite Ethiopian food. Let me watch crappy movies on the couch and rubbed my back.
When I was little I used to love sick days. Mostly because I would get to stay home with my mom and not have any of my brothers or sisters around. Mumsie would make me a bed on the couch out of the fluffy down blankets and bring us water with a straw. It was the best.
Having your dad take care of me was just like that all over again. It was nice to not have to worry about anything. To have a little time with him. To get taken care of. It was magical. And I am feeling MUCH better.
♥ Mom
That sounds so heavenly. I hope you're feeling better!
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