We started out with a bit of good news yesterday. Lion was feeling better. Just after lunch, however, it was clear he wasn’t. My stomach was acting up too. What the heck are we eating that’s doing us in? Lion didn’t eat much dinner. He was still feeling sick. I was better. I don’t know if it ever helps but when my guts are annoyed, I hit them with hot sauce, if it’s called for in a recipe. I figure if it’s pissed off, then I’m pissed off and I’m fighting fire with fire. Literally. Anyway, I felt better, but Lion did not.
As you can imagine, it’s very difficult to have sexy time if you’re not feeling well. He was also sleeping a lot. He kept apologizing for ignoring me. I didn’t think he was ignoring me. I thought he needed sleep and that it might help him feel better. Eventually, he took the medication the doctor had prescribed. He was avoiding it because of possible side effects. It may have helped. He ate a banana and that didn’t attack.
So far so good this morning, but we’ve heard that tune before. I’m cautiously optimistic. It’s been a few hours since we ate breakfast. Lion’s been snoozing. He hasn’t mentioned feeling sick. I’m sure he’s nervous about eating lunch.
Of course, my main function during all this is to take care of Lion. I wish there was more I could do. I run for drinks and whatever else he needs, but I’m helpless otherwise. I know it’s frustrating to be sick, but it’s also frustrating not to be able to help more. Maybe he should try my hot sauce therapy. It may act like Drano and just wipe out whatever is in the way. I had an ulcer many years ago and I never wanted spicy food more than when I was told I couldn’t have it. Perhaps that’s where my hot sauce theory comes from. Hair of the dog, so to speak.
I’m still planning on playing with Lion whenever he feels up to it. Tied up balls and oral sex can be had for the low, low price of a healthy Lion. That seems like a fair trade to me. I can’t wait.