We have a routine around our house. Whenever Mrs. T is sick, she climbs into bed, neatly arranges her pillows, puts the house phone, her cell phone and the TIVO remote within easy reach, and expects to be waited on continuously until she announces she's cured. I've never seen her take so much as an aspirin. Naturally, since we disagree about every unimportant thing, when I'm under the weather, put me in a dark room, with a dog or two by my side, AND LEAVE ME ALONE. I'll emerge when I'm hungry and announce that I'm well.
The only drawback to our curatives is when we each become sick at the same time. Like now for instance.
I adore my bride (in sickness and in health) and I'm happy to wait on her hand and foot, fluff her pillows, serve her meals at any time, except.
Having spent the past 3 days under cover has allowed time to ruminate on ways an enterprising someone could make a quick one on the backs of the sick. I offer my best one freely to the world. I hope you can use it.
Every hotel has a block of rooms that no one would willingly stay in. Could be they are cramped, there is a landfill view, or... Supposed the hotelier offered these special rooms (in season, and at a substantial premium) to the sick. Hotels offer everything a sick person wants. Better TV channels than you have at home, 24 hour room service, along with a maid or butler for frequent reassurances of a speedy recovery, or just to fluff.
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