The fear of infection

On Friday, I was struck down by one of the Viruses going around Cape Town. No, not one of those ones that they guys in tight lycra on Somerset Road like to pass around amongst themselves, but rather the Gastro Interitis variety.
It was not a pleasant experience. First came the aches and pains all over. Then came the headaches. Then came the nausea. Eventually I was ready to implode... or explode. I ran out the office, went straight home attempting to listen to cricket to get my mind of my impending death (or so it felt). When I staggered through the door, Cath took one look at me and feared the worst. She was on her own!

Getting sick is not what it used to be. In the days pre-baby you got sick, felt sorry for yourself, lay around, attempted to get better, got loads of sympathy from your loved one and eventually you were fine again and it didn't really matter how long it took. Now, things are somewhat different.

For one thing, there is little or no sympathy. The reason for this is not selfish at all, but rather that one of the team is down, leaving the other half to battle on alone. Being sick doesn't mean just lying around anymore, it means isolation. You have to lock yourself away as best as possible so as not to infect the new born (or pregnant wife).
And the worst part of all, you can't be with, touch or show affection to the one you love! It was awful. I couldn't give him a little kiss on the head or strock his cheek... or change is pooey nappy!

So, I recovered pretty quick, I mean, what is the point of being sick when you can't enjoy the fringe benefits?

On a lighter note, Cath has been talking about getting a new image. Her drive to eat healthily and look good while she was pregnant has continued, and now she is taking much greater interest in her "style". A conversation on that topic ended with the cheesiest quote I've heard in a while. She commented on my hairstyle (trendy y'see) and said...

"You got the look.... Nananana Na, Na Nananana Nana..."