A few weeks ago, I came home to find GTB huddled under a blanket on the couch. He was feeling ill and even though it was close to 70 degrees outside, he’d turned the heat on. For some reason, this annoyed the shit out of me. So, I did what I always do when something is bugging the shit out of me: I went to the gym.

When I came home, he could tell there was something wrong. I told him I was just grumpy and we went about our evening. The next day at work, he emailed to ask if everything was OK because it felt to him like something was still wrong. That night, I told him what was on my mind.

“I’m sick of you being sick all the time!” I ever so gently said to him.

Now before you get all pissed at me, understand that in the span of about four weeks, GTB had one ailment or another for three of them. I knew they weren’t his fault, but I was getting pretty tired of feeling like his mother. And regardless of whether or not he verbally asked me to take care of him, my instincts always lead me in that direction. But by this point, I was done coddling him and asking how he felt and fetching him whatever it was I sensed he needed.

And now, a few weeks later, I’m on day twelve of being sick myself. What started as allergies or a cold has morphed into a killer sinus infection. I wake up every morning feeling like I’ve been hit by a truck, and that the truck hit me square in the beaker. And I don’t really feel like I can complain about it very loudly because I was such a bitch to my boyfriend mere days ago.

The worst part though is that it does feel like a bit of poetic justice. When I told GTB I was tired of his ailments, I explained to him that I think he chooses to be sick, that I believe enough will power can make illness go away. That putting the intention out there that you are healthy and well will turn you into a healthy and well person.

Well, it hasn’t worked twelve of the twelve days I’ve been trying it. And so, I’ve gained a new sense of empathy for poor GTB. Which I’m sure is a good thing, but it tastes a little bitter at the moment. But maybe that’s just because I can’t fucking smell anything right now.

Karma’s a bitch.

This entry was posted on Thursday, October 12th, 2006 at 7:58 am and is filed under Uncategorized. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.