My Instead: I did a Neti Pot treatment on Annette to help her head
cold.
I’m a jerk. Well, not all the time. Yesterday I think I was though.
Annette was really feeling awful with her cold and I wasn’t much of a comfort
or a nursemaid. I was more concerned with my online shopping for photo gifts
for Christmas. I can be really hyper focused when it comes to preparing for
Christmas, especially when I’m on my laptop. No ADD when I’m on a mission.
Unfortunately for Annette, I am not Florence Nightingale when it comes
to sick people. I can run and get some water and some Tylenol, but I’m a little
light on the sympathy. I’m not sure how I got this way. I think living alone
for so many years and not having anyone to wait on me and show sympathy has had
something to do with it. Anyway, that’s my excuse and I’m sticking to it!
Knowing how sweet and kind and giving Annette can be and is, I was
slowly being cloaked in guilt as the evening went on. During the night, I slept
intermittently, being awakened by the constant reminder of my remorse.
Feeling similar to how Scrooge felt the morning after his dream
visitors, I was determined to turn things around. I had brought my Neti Pot
with me Saturday night, knowing that Annette might need a treatment. She was still
not feeling the greatest, but was up making coffee and preparing a ham and
biscuit sandwich for the road…all for me. I told her that I wanted to do the
Neti Pot treatment on her before I left and she agreed…anything that would make
her feel better. She was unaware that it would make me feel better too. I
prepared the Neti Pot with a warm saline solution and leaned her head over the
sink. She took it like a real trouper and said her nose felt clearer when it
was all over. My conscience felt clearer too.
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