I gave my husband such a hard time for being sick. It was pretty ridiculous that he couldn't take his own tea bag out of his tea because it 'hurt to move'. But I do have to swallow some of that.
I had a fun girls' night out planned. I was meeting my friends for dinner in town. Since I live a ways out of town, I decided to get a room at a beautiful, centrally located hotel, so I wouldn't have to drive home.
It was a beautiful plan!
It was a fun evening, as it should have been. We met many characters. I'm not sure if a written description will do them justice, but I'll try for another post.
It went pretty well, until ~ 4:00am, when the sickness hit me square in the face . . . and in the stomach . . . and definitely in my head . . . and everywhere. Before you even start - no, I was not hung over!
It was the kind of sick where you start to think death is a good idea, and sleep is the only form of relief.
When I called my husband late in the morning to ask him what I should do. He didn't say anything like - see? How does that feel?
He immediately offered to drive down and pick me up, knowing it's no fun to be sick in a hotel room, especially when you forgot your toothpaste! Seriously.
So, now I have to eat all those snide accusations about what a baby he was. (later - I couldn't even keep water down at the moment).
Even though he wasn't completely recovered himself, he did climb on that white horse, don the shining armor and rescue me from myself!
Sorry, I know it's weak today, but I have to get back to bed.
5 comments:
What do they say? Laughing is catching. I am sorry you are sick. Hope you feel better soon.
I hope you feel better soon!
Thanks for visiting me when I'm sick. I hope you don't catch any sick germs from this post.
get well soon, but keep posting. we love it!
A wise man. Maybe sometimes saying nothing is enough said.
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