This also played havoc with my weekend away with Bud. Bud asked me to go to an event with him in Des Moines this weekend, and I was happy to go with him. He never has asked me, in 9 years, to go to one of these "hunter man" events, but this time he did, and I rearranged my schedule so I could have the weekend off and spend it with him.
The problem with being sick-free for three years is that when you do get ill, there is nothing at home to take. I did have kleenex and ibuprofen, and that's it. I didn't care enough to stop at the store for medication, and instead drove home from work each night and lay on my couch--not even reading, people!
Bud, however, went to the store for me and got me some medication and cough drops to keep me functioning. My trip was hanging by a thread! He didn't want me to go not feeling my best. I convinced him I felt "fine" and was going.
So we went. I felt like crap. The meds weren't working. I had kleenex, cough drops, drugs, and two books with me. I was prepared to sit and read, or head to the casino to play penny slots. I did neither. I stuck to Bud like glue at this event, while he walked around, talked to people, and enjoyed himself. There were two bars! Woohoo! I figured, liquor will kill it, so Bud got me a Whiskey Sour. I love Whiskey Sours, but only the way my family makes them. From a bar they suck eggs. And, the mix only aggravated my throat, and made me cough so much I checked the floor for a lung. I got tired of sipping it, so I just chugged it. I hoped the whiskey would A)numb my throat B) make me look like I was having a spectacular time!
I did enjoy myself, even in my misery. I had a ginormous steak (no vegetarians allowed at this event), watched a man in uniform pop the question to his girlfriend on stage, and watched many many many overseas hunting trips go for pennies. It's a good thing I didn't have any money, 'cause I would be the proud owner of upcoming trips to Spain, Argentina, and South Africa if Bud hadn't been there to keep me calm. I think I passed my first official "girlfriend of a hunter" public event.
|The ever-elusive jackalope|
Poor Bud. He so loves to have me in a hotel room. Yes, it is just as it sounds. I was willing, I was able, but no kissing. Habit almost overtook caution, but we caught ourselves in time. If he gets sick I am in so much trouble! Cause I told him I was not contagious, and he chose to believe me. I did not tell him that a cold makes me snore so loud I wake myself up, and that I would probably cough all night. Bud does fall asleep in seconds, so he claimed he did not know how many times I got up to go in the bathroom and cough (4), snored, or made weird noises that sounded like I was being tortured and/or having a conversation in another language not known to man. Finally around 2 AM I fell asleep out of sheer exhaustion.
I'm back home now. Bud took me to Trader Joe's again and mysteriously 3 bottles of wine appeared in our cart (not me!). We had a clerk who thought Bud was Dave Ramsey (she had no clue who he was anyway) and that Obama will pay her student loans. No, and Sorry--student loans will haunt you until you pay them off.
Bud went home and I am sipping ginger tea and watching Sister Wives. Let's hope I get some sleep tonight (thanks to new drugs we bought today) and my froggy voice will go away soon. I think Bud will miss the sweet dulcet tones of froggy girl when I am all better :)