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F**king Man Colds!


You may, if you still follow my blog anymore, have noticed I haven’t blogged in a looooong time. Yeah, that happens quite often. When I do, I end up writing a book every single time, and I find myself exhausted before I even start. That’s my excuse. I’ll think about trying to keep my posts shorter and blog more often. But I find that I tend to only really feel the need to blog when I’ve got a lot on mind and no other outlet to release. So the fact that I haven’t blogged in a long time is probably a really good sign for my mental health. And the fact that I’m blogging now, is not.

My ‘*+$”&%”&husband and his #$%& man cold!!! If he makes it out the other end of this alive, I’m not sure I will. He came down with the chills Thursday night and whimpered and whined and sighed and moaned until he fell asleep, making sure that I knew he was miserable. He woke up in the morning and took his temperature, and it was 38. something, and since he was taking it every ten minutes, and posting the photos on Facebook, everyone and their mothers’ knows it got up to 39 at one point.

He already had Friday off, so I had made an appointment at the hairdressers earlier in the week. Sara was at hoikuen, and it was just Amelie at home, and sorry, but I was going to the hairdressers for 2 hours. They would both survive while I was gone. He kept saying every 10 seconds, “I hope this isn’t the flu”. Which did worry me a bit, but he has NO other symptoms. No cough, no sniffles, no sore throat. Nothing. I was pretty sure it’s not the flu.

Anyway, I went, came back, picked up Akinori and Amelie, and dropped Akinori off at the hospital to get checked out. It took bloody ages, but at least he got a firm non-flu diagnosis. The dr. said it was over-tiredness. Fuck me! That was even worse than if he were told it was the flu! The man is now incapable of lifting a fucking finger. I’m relieved he hasn’t asked me to come and wipe his ass for him!

He started out telling me how the dr. said even though this was the first day of the fever and sometimes negative flu tests can be wrong if given the first day, since Akinori wasn’t exhibiting any other symptoms aside from the fact that his throat was the slightest bit red, he highly doubted it was the flu. Then 2 minutes later he’s saying how shit he feels and how is throat is bright red (真っ赤か)and I ask “is it bright red or slightly red? There’s a difference.” And sheepishly he says, “it’s slightly red.”

Saturday morning he still had a fever so he took a bum bullet, which worked and the fever has yet to come back. Bum bullets wear off after about 4 hours, but he keeps saying “the fever didn’t go away, I had to take a bum bullet”. Okay, and it worked and the fever has yet to return. You are officially on the mend man! Get with the program! But no. He is still complaining about how his head hurts and he feels like shit. And god forbid he should do something helpful, or even pick up after himself.

He said “when you get sick, I always pick up the slack.” and he does do a great deal, but he never does EVERYTHING and just let me be, no matter how badly off I am. Next time I get sick I am just going to go on strike. Not change one diaper, not pick up any screaming/crying children, not pick up after myself, nothing. It wouldn’t even be so bad if he would just hole up in the bedroom and sleep all fucking day. He is laying on the sofa, iPad in one hand and TV remote in the other. Of course the girls want to play with him, muck around with him, etc. He’s right there. The worst part is he keeps going on about his friend whose friend,  younger than Akinori, died two days after he came down with a cold. So of course I think “how awful would I feel if I actually said what I want to say and then he did die?” I would never be able to forgive myself. So I am biting my tongue, but I am fucking miserable! Germs better find a new house to haunt soon!