Wouldn’t it be wonderful to take a week off from your job and only have positive memories? That’s what a vacation is supposed to be, right? Even if your company says all Paid Time Off is the same, you never equate vacation days to sick leave.
Unless you’re my husband.
I love the man, truly I do. You’ve heard me extol his virtues. He’s nicknamed Mr. Wonderful because he is indeed amazing.
However, he gets sick at the most inopportune moments.
Like his twenty-first birthday – before he had anything alcoholic to drink.
Or maybe when you’re in the car driving for five hours.
Even when you’re experiencing Sea World for the first time, the man is likely to get a turbulent tummy or woozy skull.
How about spending two days of a seven-day vacation flat on his back with flu-like symptoms? Sounds fun, right? Add to that the cherry of another day of inability to leave the room, and you have our Indio vacation.
Our friends suggested that perhaps hubby’s body was finally at rest enough to rebel for the constant travel of the past few months.
Maybe they exposed him to the flu-like virus that had plagued their local schools.
Airplanes are a hotbed of germiness, what with only recirculated air to breathe for hours on end.
We’ll never know why my spouse took sick on the vacation when his body could have used actual sick days if it had waited five more days.
It’s probably the fault of his employer. After all, they consider anything Paid Time Off-be it vacation or sick leave.
Sick Leave away from Home
Our Worldmark ownership provides us a home away from home. We’re not renting those condominiums we stay it, we own them. Sort of.
So, being sick at Worldmark Indio should have been tantamount to suffering illness at home. Right?
We didn’t have any medicine with us. The mini-market at the resort provided single doses of cold and flu meds for $2. And even though it was obvious he was burning with fever, I had no thermometer with which to measure the severity.
Even the water tasted wrong. Everyone knows you need to drink gallons of it when you’re sick. Flush out the virus and all that.
As much as we loved this resort, it wasn’t the place to experience severe illness.
Nurse or Playmate?
I was on vacation, too. Who did that leave to take care of the sick man?
“Go to the park,” my feverish husband whispered. The crud stole his voice along with his vitality. “I’m going to sleep all day. I’ll be fine.”
So I went.
Off to Joshua Tree National Park in the back seat of my friends’ rental car.
I was the worst nurse in history.
Of course, I’m not much better when I stay around to offer up medicine, liquids and bites of food.
The second day, he didn’t even pretend to feel like taking a shower. This was my spa day. But his eighteen holes of golf weren’t going to happen.
I’m an evil person. I didn’t think about him tossing and turning, drenched in the soft sheets on our king-sized bed once while enjoying my pampering.
I did offer to make him lunch and brought him medicine. I’d rushed out to the pharmacy to stock up on cough and cold medicine before I went to the spa. I happily doled out the doses now, doubling up on the amount of cough medicine because his wracking cough hurt me.
Then I went to the pool with my book.
Now you know what sort of person I really am. The kind of person who attempts to stay on vacation when a twist of fate turns it into sick leave.
What would you have done? Stayed locked inside the condo when you chose the location so you could soak in the Vitamin D?
Consider this my official protest against PTO days that trick a vacation into becoming sick leave.