I’m I’ll, I have the most horrible tummy upset. Started Tuesday night, didn’t want my dinner then an hour later, well let’s not discuss it. I went to bed ( we have separate bedrooms) he went a little later saying he hoped I’m better soon etc. I was up all night.
yesterday I spent the day in bed, feeling washed out, I did manage to go to the kitchen (via the bathroom) and put a load of washing on and stick some stuff in the dishwasher just pottered for a half hour tbh then went and collapsed in bed ( we live in a bungalow and my room is opposite the kitchen)
we’re both retired so he spent the day doing what ever got be a couple of drinks. Late afternoon I wondered make into the kitchen via the bathroom 😥 and got more water, stuck the washing in the dryer and stuck a potato in the airfryer for his dinner and some frozen chilli in a pan for him to heat up ( I’m a good wife 🙄 and tbh was more trying to find something untaxing to do )
I managed to eat some dry toast late evening (loving made by DH 😂) and so far this morning I’m ok, stomach cramps but not ill though don’t want anything to eat.
he now expects me to get up and have a normal day, I’m feeling washed out and don’t see the need to jump out of bed. I probably will later but why shouldn’t I take it easy?
just fir comparison, he’s the sort that always gets up, his mum always said bed was for lazy people. He would have got up yesterday and flopped on the sofa, in my opinion making everyone in the house suffer at least me staying in my room he has the rest of the house without someone dying in the main room
but basically, am I lazy spending longer feeling sorry for myself