Sick days

She’s at it again! Rosalie picked up a cold from somewhere and now has a great excuse to have me wait on her hand and foot. I think it was all those trips to the airport and mingling with all the incoming tourists who make a habit of bringing all sorts of germs from up North.

It started a few days ago but she didn’t think it was too bad and she felt pretty good. Even so, we did a Covid test to make sure it wasn’t the plague. It was a negative result so that was good. I’m happy it didn’t show she was pregnant.

The next day it was obvious it was a bit worse. As we had told Barb and Dave that we would go with them for lunch, I had to show up alone. It was great, freedom for a few hours. In the meantime, Rosalie was making a ‘ponce’ , whatever that means. It consists of hot water, honey, lemon, and in this case, tequila. By the time I got home, she was getting quite sozzled but feeling better.

She wasn’t feeling her best.

I ran up to the Farmacia and got some Mexican cure for 80 pesos, about $5. I’m praying for a miracle.

That evening we spent time on the roof patio as usual and she started to feel a bit worse so, off for another ‘ponce’; I thought I would have to roll her into bed.

There’s a cough that goes with the cold, (apparently it comes free.) And when she uses it, it sounds like a seal barking and scares the heck out of me. The same when she sneezes; it’s so loud, even the birds take flight. Secretly I’m quite proud of her lung capacity.

I hope she gets better soon. I don’t think it’s fair that I have to make my own food and do the dishes… but wait Rosalie does that all the time so I can’t really complain, although I know I will.

I know she’ll be better soon.