How could it be? A month past with no blogging. I suppose that if you wait for something "worthwhile" to write about, you will be waiting a long time.
The semester is grinding to a close, and I have my final projects to keep me occupied. I have quite a few things to concentrate on, and this weekend was supposed to be a time for much accomplishment, but I was not able to get most of my work done because on Friday, I inherited John's cold. I've spent the last 2 days trying to nurse myself back to health; what I needed to be doing was research and grading.
C'est la vie, I suppose. We had to get the Beretta fixed on Thursday because the water pump was leaking... it was fine to drive *as long as* you poured 2 gallons of water into the coolant reservoir before you fired 'er up. So... yeah. We took it in. Long live my Visa card.
Hopefully I will be able to write soon with exciting developments in my final projects. About one month to go... then the bliss of Christmas break. Thanksgiving's just around the corner and that should be awesome too.
Just gotta fortify myself for that final push.
Something I often ponder when I am sick: the "nurturing" womanly instinct that kicks in when a woman's significant other or children are ill vs. the way a woman's family responds to her when she is sick. I know this has been something of an issue in my adult, coupled life, as my mother is a nurse who would always baby and pamper us when we got sick.
I do recall that when she got sick, she was mostly talking care of herself. Now that I am older, I realize some of the double standardizing that goes on. When John was sick earlier in the week, I "made" him take his medicine, gargle with salt water, drink tea with honey, etc. He hasn't "made" me do anything, but has generously offered to make me soup and tea. I remember taking an advanced sociology course in my senior year at Ohio State, and learning that women go to the doctor more frequently than do men because they are conditioned to have that once-yearly visit, from an early age, for their gynecological exam. Men were found to go to the doc less, and to generally take worse care of themselves when they're sick.
John's been getting better over the years, as I've been conditioning him to bring ginger ale, Puffs Plus tissues, and Mrs. Grass soup when I get sniffly and miserable. But its been a long road, and is still fraught with bumps... I'd be interested to know whether women feel abandoned or ignored by their mates when they get sick, and how much does this have to do with the way that women's mothers took care of their sicknesses as children?
Ugh. have to go blow my nose now. >:(
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