Being sick

Sometimes I forget to post on my blog because I think, nothing interesting has happened in my life, why would people want to read it?
Well, trust me, I'm not posting today because I have interesting things to say- it's just because I'm so darn bored.
My husband and I are sick, possibly with the H1N1 virus, and he got sick first (several days ago) which is a good or a bad thing, depending on how you look at it. From his perspective, of course, it's pretty crummy, but from my point of view, it has prepared him (who has many fine qualities of which sympathy is not one) to be caring towards me. His attitude, of course, is 'Poor sweetheart, I know just how it feels to feel so awful!'.
Actually Robin's lack of sympathy towards me in general is a very constructive thing. I am a natural whiner and yes, I will whine as much as I can get away with and then some. I can also tend towards slight hypochondrism (being convinced there is something deathly wrong with me when I just have a bruise or a split nail). God himself is a perfect mix of mercy and justice and the beauty of my marriage to Robin is that as we grow closer, we are being pulled away from the polar extremes of the spectrum and finding a home somewhere in the middle.
I would make a terrible judge or a police officer, I commented to a friend once, because as soon as I saw a crocodile tear I'd let everyone off the hook.
Robin, on the other hand, would probably be an excellent soldier or police officer (or a high school teacher) because he sees past all the fluff.
That all being said, being sick is an exercise in mutual compromise, because we have to take turns caring for each other, or sucking it up, whatever the situation requires and whoever is feeling more able at the time.
In the larger picture, being Christians is being members of the body of Christ and as such, we're all joined together and have a responsibility to care for each other as we are able. I read this morning in the Dr's office about a girl in Chile (Daniela Garcia) who lost all four limbs in a tragic train accident. She persevered against all odds to become the world's first quadrilateral amputee physician, married her boyfriend, and is very involved making other people's lives better. She does not feel sorry for herself: she is overflowing with compassion towards other people.
All that being said, being sick right now still sucks.