I ran to Target last night because I heard their home decor was on clearance to make room for the new line by Chip and Joanna Gaines. Also, Matt is in the throes of a terrible cold, so I had to re-stock on the necessities.
Reese's peanut butter cups and wine.
Oh and Theraflu.
After work yesterday I sniffled a little bit and Matt said, "Oh, no. Are you coming down with the same cold? I'll prep you with the timeline. You will feel sick for one week, and then the normalization process will begin, and you can expect that to take about 3 weeks."
So by my calculation that means the common cold will knock him out for an entire month. And also, what is the "normalization process?" Matt invented an on the spot explanation that it has something to do with taste buds regenerating and overall recovery going from 90% to 100%. That last 10% is, apparently, no joke.
Matt said the cold medicine made him feel better, but tonight he started with some labored (and dramatic) breathing, and said, "Uh-oh, you know what this means. My areolas aren't working properly."
Whoa boy. That's a WHOLE different kind of illness.
I cracked up and said "I don't think areola is the word you're looking for!"
"Maybe not," he said, "but I know it starts with 'a' and ends with an 'ola.'
"I think you mean alveoli," I said. One entire year of college nursing, all paid off in that moment.
"That's it!" he said, "I knew it was another Italian word."
Tonight we laughed at one of Matt's mistake, but last week we were laughing at one of mine. We have been talking constantly about the devastating hurricanes in Texas and Florida. Just last weekend when we ripped the drywall out of our kitchen and I was tempted to complain because it was messy and dusty and tedious, I thought about all those people in Texas ripping drywall out of their homes because they'd been completely flooded, and here I was ripping it out to get a brand new kitchen.
Anyway, we were talking about the three active hurricanes: Irma, Jose, and Katia. I remarked about how I could not believe Katia was already well into the gulf, while her alphabetical predecessors, Irma and Jose, were still way out in the Atlantic.
"I just don't understand how Katia got so far past them. That must be one fast moving storm," I pondered.
Matt looked at me quizzically. "It's because Katia formed in the gulf. You know hurricanes can form all over the place, right? There is no universal starting line, it's not a race."
Well, hmm. I'd never thought about in that respect. I always imagined there was in fact a starting line for hurricanes, and it was the bottom right of my television screen.
I guess we should leave the tough stuff to the experts.