in sickness and in health

Usually, we get sick one at a time.

You know, 'cause it's more convenient that way.

One of us catches something, the other spends a few days making tea, fetching water, heating up soup, walking the dog when it's actually the other person's turn, and babying the sickypie 'til all's well again.

This time? Holy inconvenience. We're dragging ourselves around the apartment, hacking, coughing, moaning and groaning. We used up the Zicam days ago. Now I'm chugging Robitussin in the car and he's offering me his codeine stash and we've gone through a quarter pound of li hing mui in less than 24 hours. No one has the energy to massage the muscles we abused yesterday. Pretty much all we have the strength to do is look at each other and say, "I wish we weren't sick."

Ah, togetherness.