Who's Sickly Now?

That's right. It's Mrs. HM! Despite avoiding the diseased one as much as possible, I caught Farmer H's bug. Of course he insists that it wasn't him. That I obviously picked it up in town, during my five-minute interactions while buying my scratchers. Rather than from him, breathing on me, getting too close, coughing with uncovered mouth, touching the TV remote, faucets, FRIG II handle, doorknobs, washer and dryer controls, etc.

Anyhoo... mine started just like his. The need to keep clearing my throat, then little coughs. Mine hit on Tuesday. Which means I must have caught it on Sunday. It's Wednesday at noon, and I have some wheezing and chest discomfort. Now my nose has started to drip. My eyes feel tired and teary. My stomach is uncomfortable, probably from the clear liquid mucus draining continuously down the back of my throat.

Farmer H seemed better. He complained Tuesday evening that he was NOT feeling better. Duh! It was only 8 hours since he started his steroid pills. They are not magic! But still, Wednesday morning Farmer H was more like his old self, curt and dismissive over my whining revelation of sickness. Off he went to town to go about his regular non-duties at 6:00 a.m.

At 9:10 Farmer H sent me a text.

"Oh," I thought. "How sweet. Farmer H is probably checking to see how I'm feeling."

Nope.

"My buddy will be over by the BARn."

Well. At least he notified me this time. 

I don't foresee Farmer H preparing my supper and carrying it to me tonight. Or making me a Wild-Turkey-free hot toddy.