We all need at least one friend to make us soup/rasam when we are sick.
What if you are lucky enough to have both mushroom soup and sukku (dried ginger) milagu (black pepper) thippili (long pepper) rasam within a couple of days from 2 different friends? In my dictionary, that is kind of like winning 2 mega lotteries within a couple of days.
Thanks Chandreka Kaushik and Rohit Dhamankar. Perhaps, I should pull of the “cold” act a few more days.
I came home to see this.
Adi was slouching on the couch.
Drinking hot tea to sooth his throat.
Of all the diagnosis that Dr. Kumar (for the record: my husband isn’t a doctor, this is a title I have given him when he diagnosis problems) has made about me, the top diagnosis is #OCD.
Despite my #OCD-like symptoms which including furious cleaning and urging everybody in the house to be clean, Adi fell sick today.
Because of “sick” symptoms yesterday evening, he asked me to write a note yesterday night to his PE teacher to be excused from the mandatory 1 mile run today. I did write the note. But, given the trooper he is, he reported back today evening that he did not use the note. He ran and set a personal-record. Despite the sickness and a terrible headache.
As a parent, one of the the hardest things to watch is your child lying down on the couch with a fever.
All evening long, I am going to be singing Bharathiyar’s (one of my favorite Tamil poets) lines to Adi:
shaTru mukham shivandAl manadu sancalamAgudaDi
neTri shurungak-kaNDAl enakku nenjam padaikkudaDI
un kaNNil nIr vazhindAl ennenjil udiram koTTudaDi
en kaNNin pAvaiyenrO kaNNammA ennuyir ninradanrO
If your face turns to discomfort, even momentarily, my heart is disturbed
When I see your forehead wrinkle, my heart flutters with fear
If I even see small droplets of tears in your eyes, a whole river of blood flows in my heart
(because) You’re the light of my eyes, my life is yours
Here is the full song