I guess I didn’t realize how much her being in the house during times like these did for me. She didn’t need to cook for me. Just knowing she’d show up was enough…well, that and the outfit were enough.

She even thought my list of demands were funny. I keep a list of demands for when I get sick. Then my naughty nurse is suppose to fill those demands or I’ll threaten to stop showering and become an unbearable patient.

The list is of crazy stuff like I want Haagen-Dazs Rum Raisin Ice Cream. At $3.30 a pint I still haven’t gotten my ice cream dang it. Most of the demands never get filled cause it’s crazy stuff like a Blackberry, a new car, a new computer, gold coins, ya know crazy demands.

The stuff I really want is at the bottom list..stuff like a small bag of lemon drops or a second rate pint of ice cream. Anything next to Haagen-Dazs is second rate. I usually got the stuff I actually wanted. She was a good player when it came to my ransom demands. Or maybe she feared the reality of me un-showered with my hair sticking straight up like the gnome from Travelocity. She may have chosen the lesser evil.

And truthfully, it’s kind of fun for me to look over the top of covers with my best puppy eyes and whimper while being spoon fed second rate ice cream. She was a good sport. Those were fun days.

In no way was I serious about needing to be spoon fed. Don’t tell me that’s not awesome though, ransom demands which hold cleanliness hostage and a nurse willing to be playful…not sexual cause I can’t even breathe….just playful. I dropped stuff all the time. She bent at the waste to pick it up. Ya know, just silly stuff like spoon feeding me ice cream. That’s awesome!! Now I’m sick with no real way of benefiting from it. This bites.

We played around and joked about the naughty nurse thing a lot. Still I was the one who made dinner and cleaned the house cause I just couldn’t lay down and seriously be sick. Playful and sick yes, serious and sick, no.

This may have to be my treat next month.

I myself prefer to be pretty much left alone when ill, but that’s just me. It’s good you can get yourself to the ER by yourself when needed, but I can see how you’d miss having someone tsk-tsk over you, you big baby (hehe)!