Last week I was miserable with a cold - runny nose, zero energy, aches and pains, and horrible congestion. Basically, I was a wreck. Given that the mister was sick the week prior, it’s pretty likely he was the giver of my nasty present. When my loved ones are sick, I usually do my best to take care of them. My mama bear instincts come out, and I totally forget that I’m putting myself in the line of fire. I cook big batches of spicy soups, make sure they have an arsenal of meds at their bedside, and keep them company since they’re stuck at home. A colleague of mine said that the minute anyone in her house gets sick, she wipes down every doorknob and light switch and sticks to limited contact.

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Speak Up: How Do You Handle Sick Loved Ones?