Like talking on the phone with Heather for almost two hours. It’s been over a year since we’ve talked on the phone but we pick right up where we left off. Just like old friends do.
But? I had to rush off the phone with Heather because Howard became very sick suddenly. I had to throw on some decent clothes (it’s my day off and god damn it I reserve the right to wear pj’s all day if I want) and run to the store to get him some medicine and heavy artilery like chicken broth and gatorade. Which means that I had to do it fast because inevitably when someone sees me in the store, they assume I’m always working, and so they ask if I can help them. Which I don’t mind, but I had a sick husband at home and I knew if I didn’t get out of there fast, the guilt would kick in and I’d be compelled to go to my office and do some sort of work.
Aaaaanyway, I got home and Howard was wretching. And Howard rarely wretches. Seriously. He gets sick in other ways like the common cold, lethargia when his sugar levels are fucked up, but I could count on one hand the times he actually threw up. (you totally needed to know that)
I felt so bad for him, I stood right there with him in the bathroom. (Can I make you sick? okay, really? honestly? when I’ve been in his shoes, he holds my hair back. Stands right there with me. yeah I know. I don’t deserve him.) His skin was on fire, then he would break out into a sweat and get the chills. I made him sip some broth and some soda water before helping him to bed. He is sleeping now.
I’m also supposed to be writing an essay today that’s due on Monday but I’m sorry, talking to one of my oldest and dearest friends was way more important and now I’ve got a sick husband. Throw in the paranoia of getting his “little bug” myself and you’ve got your perfect Saturday.
You must be so jealous.