Yesterday Kenan was sick.  Today three of us are–we’re not sure about Helen because she hasn’t gotten up yet.

I like a sick Kenan better than a sick Shana.  Kenan just lies on the couch looking awful and not moving, drifting in and out of consciousness.  He looks so cute and pitiful that I want to coddle him.

Shana is a demanding patient, moaning about some new ache or pain every few minutes and expecting someone to jump up to get a remedy for each.  My natural reactino  is negative, to yell at her to suck it up, or go get your own glass of water this time.  I have to force myself to treat her kindly and to remember she probably does feel just as miserable as Kenan.