It has been one of the great surprises and sources of shame of my married and parenting life to have to admit that I am not good with sickness. My response to a sick child or husband is generally to send them to bed and hope they sleep until they feel better. I'm not good at figuring out which medicine to give when or in what dose, and I generally give the sick person more credit for being able to take care of him- or herself than is warranted by the age and illness! I do all right (with the kids) with the level of illness that requires lying on the couch and watching TV all day, and I'm reasonably good with injuries. But a ministering angel? Is not me. All of which makes it fortunate that my kids don't get sick that often!
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