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surrender to being sick. We just had completely different approaches when we respectively got sick.
with the laptop slumped over her lap. Even being sick didnt stop her from trying to get her stuff done. She would ultimately concede and just head into the bedroom and sleep in a better setting, but she would try to get some work done first before she would
done. She would make the attempt and would be working on stuff on her laptop but when she was really bad, being all drippy and coughing badly, she wouldn't get much done. There would be so many moments when I would be getting back from work, and I would find her completely passed out on the couch
Being sick right now just makes me think about how different Ellen and I handled it. I would just sleep all the time and would try to take the whole thing easy. Ellen, on the other hand, would also sleep a lot but during those moments when she was awake, she would be fretting about getting stuff
days that I was sick was try to make herself food but often times she would just go out and get herself something (not only would the food not be burnt but also it would be quicker. She would pick something like Panda on her way home from campus). At least I made it easy by just eating soup.
stick them in the microwave instead as it wouldn't get burned that way. She preferred making them in the oven as she said it would give it a better taste, but she would lose track of time and would get them out when she started to smell that burning scent. What Ellen would end up doing for those
about it. She would make the attempt and most often than not she would end up having stuff like Ramen with sausages as that wouldn't be burned as bad (she couldn't mess up the ramen, and it was the sausages that she had to keep an eye on. She would burn those often. I would ask her why she didnt
was heat up the soup and that was it. When I got sick, Ellen was the one that really had the hard time as she would initially try to make something for herself and invariably, she would end up burning what she was making. I would wake up at the smell of something that was burnt, and Ellen muttering
say I wouldn't be hungry (mostly I was just sleepy) and most of the time Ellen would leave me but then she would make me eat by bring the soup (usually with some sort of bread) and tell me that I had to eat it as I hadn't taking anything in. I was the easier one to feed though as all she had to do
she would end up getting me a whole bunch of soups and that was what my meals consisted of. One of the problems she would have for me was getting me to eat in the first place. When I got sick, I wouldn't really be hungry, so there were times in which it was a drag for Ellen to get me to eat. I would
she really thought it was disgusting.
The other challenge that Ellen had was with food whenever I got sick. I did pretty much all the cooking so when I was sick, I wouldn't cook. It wasn't that big of a deal though as she would go for the traditional things that is supposed to help out, so
cup because you could see the cup get a very thin layer of frost over it. It was so cool to see that happen) but Ellen really didnt like it. She already didnt like watching me drinking the pulpy OJ and when she saw me drinking out of the metal cup, she knew what the flavour would be like and then
that Mom got for us for one Christmas. I would drink and eat out of that thing all the time (I would put my ice cream into that little metal cup). I particularly liked drinking OJ out of the cup as it had a bit more of a powerful flavour (although my favourite was eating ice cream out of the metal
I would get her the one that was pulp free. I remember how she would make a face of disgust whenever I drank my orange juice, but she would always get that type for me when I was sick. The time she was really disturbed by the OJ that I was drinking was when I would drink it out of a little metal cup
that I really liked). I really love OJ that has pulp and the more pulp it has the better. She really despised it and would say that she liked to drink her beverages, not chew them. She would look for the OJ that had the most pulp and get it for me. Whenever I got OJ for her it was the opposite, and
getting a box of the stuff for each of us, the difference being that I liked the stuff and also, I would get the type that she really didnt like. Whenever I was sick and Ellen would get me OJ, she would always get me the stuff that I loved (she was always like that, getting me the types of things
would end up drinking it as a way to make sure that she was decreasing her chances of getting sick. She didnt like drinking orange juice a lot and really only would drink the stuff when she was sick or was trying to avoid getting sick. Every time she got sick I would do the same thing though, of
When I got sick Ellen would try her best to take care of me. It was overall probably easy as all I would do is sleep so really all she would do was pick me up meds and orange juice. The OJ was funny because she would get two boxes of the stuff, one for me and one for herself. She
the couch to sleep in or even sit in (when I got sick all I wanted to do was sleep) it would be uncontaminated so she would be less likely to pick up whatever it was that I got (she would say this jokingly as Ellen always had that sharp sense of humour).
deciding who slept where. I would tell her that I would sleep on the couch, and she could stay in the bedroom, but Ellen would shoot the idea down. She would say that I would get better faster if I were more comfortable so I would stay in the actual bed. She would also add on that since I didnt use
in couch form and slept on it like that. Ellen would say that at the very least I should have converted it into a bed, but I felt better sleeping in a narrower confined space when she wasn't around. It's weird how my mind works) and Ellen would end up sleeping on it. It was funny how we ended up
(which is funny when it comes to the times when Ellen was away, and I was left on my own. When she wasn't around, I couldn't sleep comfortably on the bed so I would end up sleeping on the couch. The thing though is that it could be converted into a bed but I didnt sleep on it like that. I left it
It was really a hard thing to do though as we were together at home, so it was hard to avoid her. We still tried different things so I could minimize the chances of her getting sick (which really didnt work, no matter how much or what we tried). For one thing we would convert the couch into the bed
grad student she never really was “off” and what she was working on would always be on her mind.
Whenever I got sick, the first thing that Ellen would say was that I had better not get her sick. She had too many things that she was working on that she really couldn't afford to get sick.
anything about it, so it's been that “out of sight, out of mind” situation”. However, if Ellen were in my position, any waking moment she would be thinking about it and trying to see if there was anything she could work on from home. The thing though is that the situation is different as being a