Lately, I have not been able to kick THE BUG. I don’t know if it’s pregnancy or Atlanta’s wild temperature swings or what, but I have been rockin’ the fever more than ever. Not awesome.
The experience has, however, reminded me of one of those amusing cross-cultural marriage moments that snuck up on me.
The first time our daughter was sick, I decided to try and take her temperature. Oh… me and thermometers don’t get along. I think I have a chemical imbalance in my skin that breaks them. They never work. It’s ridiculous.
And we got this cool forehead thermometer before Ella was born. I did not have the right kind of degree to work that bad boy. So, I went back to the simple digital and stuck the little gadget under her arm. (Yeah, I’m not really a committed enough mother to go for the anal thermometer. I know… it’s more accurate. I’ll accept an estimation.)
Her temp rounded out about 100.7 or something. Nothing really alarm worthy… or so I thought. Billy, however, was more than alarmed. (Overreact much?)
Naturally, he assumed (and he has the majority of the world to back him up on this) that I was giving her temp in Celsius. That would be the equivalent of me telling him her temp was approximately 213 degree Fahrenheit. Yeah, he was alarmed.
Ah, the metric system. So logically simple, yet it escapes me because I’ve grown up with every convoluted measuring system except that one. Occasionally, Billy would mention that something was such-and-such kilometers away. But that never mattered much because I actually measure distance in minutes, so I needed a translation anyway.
But the thermometer keeps coming back. In Argentina, we had to buy one because (surprise, surprise) the one I brought broke. The new one ONLY measured in Celsius. It was basically worthless to me.
As recently as a couple weeks ago, Billy was bringing me a thermometer and after pushing several buttons, he announced, “I put it on Fahrenheit for you.” I mean, I really thought that went without saying. But I guess not.
When it comes to illness and when to be alarmed, we both need the information in our first language!
Are you on metric or standard measuring systems? Are you able to switch back and forth?