A Drlich Date

For some couples, going out to a nice, expensive dinner is their idea of spending quality time together. A romantic, candle-filled restaurant, fine wine, a succulent meal. The couple may even hold hands and look deep into each others eyes, whispering sweet nothings.

For the Drlich’s, a recent “date” involved a waiting room, a table with paper on it, and a man touching us. No, we weren’t at the Sybaris. We were at the doctor’s office. It was actually the first “couple” thing we have done together since our uncomfortable “couples massage” in Sandals St Lucia, where a giant man massaged me and a tiny little woman massaged Jake. (But, that is neither here nor there.)

It was sort of funny going to the doctor together, and even funnier because we have the exact same illness, given to us by our little spawn Abe. I tell Abe time and time again that when he coughs in Mama’s open mouth that is not a “special kiss.”

Of course Jake had to turn our doctor’s visit into a competition. His temperature was higher than mine. 1-0. His blood pressure was lower than mine. 2-0. However, I had throat irritation, and he didn’t 2-1.

Our doctor was a little bit freaky. He moved so slowly, I felt as if he was mimicking a tortoise. And, I think he thought Jake was crazy when he asked him for a liquid replacement for Z-Pac (Jake cannot swallow pills. Seriously.) He very seriously proceeded to tell us that Jake would have to take gallons of liquid medicine per dose. (Score: 2-2)

After our romantic rendezvous in the fluorescently lit, sterile environment we ventured off to Target to fill a prescription. To be quite honest going to Target without Abe is a treat. We browsed the electronics, and the ridiculous priced Thomas the Train section. We gazed at each other longingly through rows of bath towels and oven mitts.

At the end of the date, Jake very gentlemanly dropped me off in front of my building and we gave each other a sniffly kiss goodbye (because according to Dr. Tortoise we cannot pass the same virus back and forth. Just a fast fact.)

I can’t wait to find out when our next date will be – Jiffy Lube? Dentist? Drycleaners? Only time will tell.