I’m a nurse. Worked all last Xmas. This year I worked 12hour shiftsup until Xmas eve, was off Xmas eve and Xmas day, back in work for another 12hour shift this morning. Xmas eve, DS(9) got a vomiting bug. I was up with him all night. Literally all night, O did not go up to our bedroom at all as he was sick every 15 mins or so (had a bit of a doze in between vomiting episodes every now and again though). Did presents yesterday morning, then went to my in-laws where I helped my lovely mother-in-law cook Xmas dinner for 15 people, all the while feeling like I had worked a night shift. Back in work today, only have tomorrow off and then will be working again. After the crap Xmas eve, I’ve been really looking forward to tonight- finally chilling out with no more presents to wrap/god to prep, etc. and lie in tomorrow. DH text me this afternoon to let me know DD(18) now also has the bug. So by the time I got home she was in bed, clearly unwell but coping. Said she was tired after projectile vomiting for about 4 hours. Shame, but she was managing.
DH hower greeted me with the words “I think I got it too”. Made all the right noises and help myself to a G&T. To be fair: I can be very sympathetic (as i said, I’m a nurse FFS) but I just didn’t have the energy for anything more! As a result, I’ve had to spend the past three hours listening to DH “being ill” - coughing, sighing and making little moaning noises and getting progressively louder due to being ignored. When I asked him if he’s had a drink the said he had a wine, but uppon further probing it turned out he had managed a G&T too. He was „sick“ once. Nothing like DS/DD who were vomiting non stop for about 6 hours. In addition, he’s been using his „sick voice“- wobbly whispering (the infamous „sick voice“), interrupted only by lots of dry coughing and throat clearing, generally demonstrating extreme weakness...
I just can’t be arsed. I’m tired. I’ve worked/been up all Xmas. I only carried on because I wanted DCs to have a lovely day. I’m sure DH geels a bit poorly but it’s clearly nothing compared to DCs big.
I just haven’t reacted. Carried on bright and breezy talking to DH while getting sloshed on cocktails. DH has now stomped off to bed in a huff because I’ve not been sympathetic enough.
I am sitting up enjoying my White Russian“ watchiNg Love Actually. Will have some cheese and crackers and one of DHs posh Whiskys shortly. Fuck then all, and Merry Xmas to everyone! I