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Valentine’s Day Whine

February 15, 2009

I am supposed to be on a  Valentine’s Day date with my husband.  He was taking me for sushi at Harbor Docks, and then we were going to go see the Benjamin Button movie.

So, you may ask, if you’re supposed to be on this date, why are you sitting there tapping away at the computer keyboard?

Because my chest is on fire and I’m coughing fire and I’m all feverish and achy and it’s bad enough I don’t care about sushi.  I don’t even care about wasabi

I know.  It’s shocking.  I didn’t even know it could happen.

When Alan came back from running errands with Liv, he brought me eleven orange roses.  It was supposed to be a dozen but one had lost its head, and in my current state I am quite sympathetic to being headless so it’s totally ok.  He also brought me some Tussin.  What a romantic, bringing your woman a nice bottle of expectorant for Valentine’s Day!  The syrup was red, so it was sort of like a nice glass of Pinot Noir, except not really.  Liv brought me a Cookies and Cream Hershey Bar.  Those are kind of overwhelmingly sweet for me, so I will dole it out in little bites over several days and assure her that I’m savoring it.  The thought really does count.

Alan also stopped at the commissary and picked up my coupon binder that I’d accidentally left there on Thursday.  Yes, I have my coupons in a three ring binder, tucked into baseball card sleeves.  It works great and I don’t have to spend a lot of time shuffling through piles when I’m in the commissary.  It’s all right there at my fingertips.  This week I saved $14  in coupons.  Last week I saved $13.10.  It has become a challenge to me to see how much I can manage to save, and it’s surprisingly kind of fun.

I am about to go drape myself over a sofa and watch some mindless TV.  I am in the throes of fever symptoms, which I find unpleasant and yet amazing.  Our bodies are truly fearfully and wonderfully made, and the fever response to infection is just one example of that.  I don’t treat fevers unless they get high or I can’t stand one of the symptoms any longer (usually headache).   Fever is a sign that my body is at war and doing what it ought to do.  It may not feel great, but it sure is cool that God built in methods to battle against invaders.  He is so awesome, the way He looks out for us.

4 Comments leave one →
  1. February 15, 2009 8:23 am

    I love you, Lisa…you are in the right field…sooo, sooo glad that you started this blog! Thanks for the laugh, at your expense tonight! You are just too funny…even when sick! I might add, that maybe a little bit more funny when you’re sick….but I didn’t really say that.

    I’m so sorry that your special Valentine’s Day celebration was spoiled by this silly, silly virus!! But, just think…if you wouldn’t have gotten this virus, then you wouldn’t have written this blog and I have to tell has made my evening! :-)

    That was sooo sweet of Olivia…it definitely is the thought that counts in this case!! lol.

    Expectorant for Valentine’s Day!! How sweet ;)

  2. February 16, 2009 2:13 am

    I’ve been sick all week, so you’ve got my sympathy. “The syrup was red, so it was sort of like a nice glass of Pinot Noir, except not really.” That line made me LOL.

  3. Jen permalink
    February 16, 2009 5:55 am

    I hear ya. I was supposed to teach Hosea 3 at church tonight, but instead I’m in bed with a fever and chills. Thanks for reminding me that the fever means God’s system is working right. Love ya & get well soon.

  4. February 17, 2009 4:31 am

    I honestly think picking up your coupon book and getting cough syrup is so romantic. Any man can get the commercially dictated 12 red roses and a Hallmark but understanding what your body and heart really needs…that’s personal. :>

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