After years of doing nothing for me, medical science finally came through for me in a big way last weekend.
Late last week I got sick and spent several days heavily medicated. On the third day of trying to sleep it off I was worried that there was something seriously wrong. I called my doctor and as I waited for her to call me back my wife looked up my symptoms online, in a few minutes they both had a diagnosis and a plan to help me. Both my doctor and my wife diagnosed me with the basic severe cold/flu/sinus thing. My doctor suggested a medication that would help with the symptoms but my wife came up with the best prescription ever when she said:
You shouldn’t wash any dishes for the next several days.
Here’s something you may not know about me, I have a bad habit of ignoring medical advice: I never take the recommended dose, I often lift things without using my legs, I smoked for many years and last year I walked around for two weeks with an appendix that was about to burst. It’s like I’ve been mad at medicine and I’m taking it out on myself out of spite. However, when instructed, FOR MEDICAL REASONS, by my wife and the internet to not do the dishes I decided it was time to do as I was told.
Two days later I was advised that it was probably safe to resume washing dishes. I thought I needed a few more days of dish rest but my desire to not get punched in the face by my wife convinced me to keep my opinion to myself.
P.S. – Thank you very much to my lovely wife who patiently nursed me back to health and washed all of the dishes. She is the best thing ever.