My poor husband was sooooo worried about me last night. He's not a very vocal guy, so if you didn't know him well, you probably wouldn't notice that he was even the slightest bit concerned. But, I knew. He kept coming into our room, "pretending" to get stuff, or check on stuff. But really, he was checking on me. And he had just cause to worry. I've been worried, too.
This dang cold has knocked me off of my feet. LITERALLY.
Yesterday was no exception. My mother (of all people) took my girls downstairs to play in our driveway. They were downstairs for quite some time, leaving me alone to rest. When they finally came upstairs for good, they were wet from playing with the hose, and tired.
I dried off my littlest little and put clean clothes on her. She was so tired she insisted on lying down without me drying her (soaking wet) hair off a bit. So, I towel dried it as much as I could, and shut off her ceiling fan completely. She was out like a light in about 10 minutes.
I took complete advantage of the situation, and went back to bed myself. I was sooooo sleepy, from coughing my fool head off and dealing with a raging sore throat for two days, that I wasn't sleeping well. I fell asleep about 10 minutes after she did.
My husband came home about an hour later, and that was the first time he came in to check on me. He came in again, about an hour later, to check in on me again, under the ruse of asking "what's for dinner?". (Thank GOODNESS we had enough leftover lasagna from the night before that he could re-heat for the kids and him... all I wanted to do was sleep).
He checked in on me a few more times, sometimes stroking my face, or one of my feet, sometimes pretending to do something or look for stuff.
I forced myself to get up so I could take some more medicine. When I finally emerged from our bedroom, it was 10:40 p.m. I'd been asleep for almost SEVEN HOURS! No wonder he was so worried about me!
I took my medicine, sat up with my husband for awhile, and then headed back to bed. I was still pretty bleary-eyed and wanted to rest some more.
Whatever this crud is....it's trying like HELL to win the fight. Which is okay, as long as I can ultimately win the war.