Don't be selfish
So, how are you feeling now Sapphire? How about just one more Glee episode - come on, you've watched two whilst I was out on the treaddie - and then turn off the telly?
Sapphire, I know you're feeling poorly.
After all, you caught the lurgy from me, remember?
But the vomiting is a new thing - that's all you I'm afraid.
What's that? You just want me to turn off the TV and let you sleep?
But can you do one thing for me?
It'll only take a sec-----Oh shit here's the bucket Wait wait WAIT OH.....oh. Nah, it's okay. You go have a shower and I'll clean this up.
But hang on a mo - just click here - yeah that's right - because I want to blog about my ailment this morning not yours that's why.
I heard that young lady! This 'crabby old bag' as you so nicely call me has been puked on twice today and - as I'm trying to show you - became so engrossed in her 'This is piss weak compared to running, damn my poxy stuffed-up achilles' power-walking session today that she didn't even notice the friction of her thumb against her t-shirt that eventually drew blood!
Well SIT DOWN then if you feel dizzy. Here! Just take it and then you can have a shower.
And yes I'm sorry. Swearing is wrong and I'll try harder to stop doing it. We'll talk about what 'poxy' means another time; when you're feeling better, okay?
Oh sweetie, I know. How about I come in with you and just make sure that you can stand up in the shower?
No, it's true. I do mean it.
Yes, of course I say it every time you're sick and I mean it every time.
I'd give anything to be able to take your pain and illness away and have it myself, I truly honestly would. But there'd better be some bandaids left in the bathroom cupboard because my thumb really stings.....