Baby Steps

It's Day 3 of Paul's battle with the sore throat, decongestion and headache. Strangely as it seems, after sleeping for 12hrs yesterday he told me this morning that he is feeling much better. To my naked eyes, I am still unable to see that improvement as he claims.

As for his sore throat, I had given him a bag of cough/sore throat logenzes for him to suckle on. Pertaining to his decongestion, I read that having a hot steamy shower help to ease the discomfort and open the airways, which he have been following my instructions. But he is still a firm believer in sleeping it off ! Whatever that Alien had told him, he got Paul brainwashed. And I wish that Alien will impart me a skill or two at conquring Paul's stubborness.

After his hot steamy shower, he will pop right up in bed with a cough logenzes in his mouth, hug his pillow and relax in bed watching the tv. To him, that is the only remedy. For me, I surrender ! It's just so difficult to talk to him like a civilise human being without crazy intentions of strangling him flooding through my head. I've also learned that it's almost impossible to drill some or any sense into him. It's like what Sommer said, they rather suffer so they can have the extra attention from us. It's extremely difficult and challenging for me cause each time I want to kick Paul's butt and make him take the medication, he will look at me with those sad, "comfort me" greenish-brown eyes which tend to melt and soften me so I'll just let him follow through his regime.

The only consolation is at least the headache is gone. I just hope that his sore throat will disappear in no time. At this constant rate of me constantly nagging at him, I will most likely be the one who collapse with a high blood pressure.