I actually feel alive this morning.  It’s taken a few days and more hours of sleep than I thought possible.  There are a few signs around the house that Rob has been lonely and reverting to his bachelor tendencies.  I don’t know that he’s eaten a whole lot since I got sick (to be fair, neither have I) and he keeps saying how nice it is that I’m upright.  Oh, and my sense of humor has returned which apparently disappeared during my hysterical crying jag last night when I asked him to take my eye out and drain the snot out of my head and pathetic sobbing the day before when I kept telling him I had boogers in my nose that wouldn’t come out.   Ah, romance!

There’s no faster way to determine if your partner is the right person for you than when you’re sick.  Rob tended to my every need, brought water, medicine, rubbed my back, tended to the animals, made me Theraflu, laid in bed with me when I was snoring and kept reminding me I was almost out of the woods.  And when I finally came out of the haze, he hadn’t packed his bags and left!  I think I knew I would marry him almost right away but especially the very first weekend I visited him in Florida when I came down with the worst migraine ever.  Day in and day out, I’m reminded of how kind he is but he shines when I’m out of commission.  He doesn’t think so but I know better.

Being sick sucks.  I’m almost certain we’ve had a nasty influenza.  I’ve never been this sick before.  Fever. chills. headache. exhaustion. muscle aches.  irritable.  runny nose.  I’m sure this is why terminally ill people pray for death to come swiftly.