It�s been a very different sort of week around here.
Currently wearing: black tee shirt, jeans, anniversary earrings, glazed expression.
Currently reading: Petals on the Wind by V.C. Andrews (I’m on this total trash kick).
Currently watching: Halloween IV on AMC (this is an american movie classic?)
Currently queasy from: Alton Brown’s fudge
First of all, the Dough For Kerry bake sale was more than amazing. We sold over two hundred baked items and made a whopping $1060 – holy crap! � all while spending the day meeting and talking with other ABBA fans (that’s Anyone But Bush Again). It was so inspiring, electrifying, and exhausting. A great day.
So Sunday, it was time to relax. But D wasn’t feeling well at all. He was running a moderately high temperature and was particularly concerned about the sudden appearance of a few red blisters on his arms and face. I helped keep him hydrated and warm; we thought it was probably the flu.
By Monday morning, though, we could see it was something more serious. D was coughing and feeling weak and miserable. He made an appointment to see the doctor as I decided whether I’d head to work or stay with him. When he pulled off his pajama top to get dressed, I gasped. His back and chest were covered in angry red hives. I decided I’d go with him. The kind doctor took one look at him and diagnosed Chicken Pox. Whoa.
So that was Monday and now it’s Saturday night. D hasn’t been able to leave the house since that trip to the doc’s office. For days he�s had a fever and a nagging cough, along with the miserable, painful, itching rash. I think we’re over the worst now, but the recovery is still going on. We’re both very tired. I miss touching him since for days even a gentle pat would make him wince. Our weekend plans to dog-sit Kate & Chuck’s Venus had to be abandoned since I couldn’t find an alternative plan. This was very disappointing for everyone.
But this time of need and nursing has had its upside. We’ve spent a lot of time together, enjoying something as simple activities like reading and napping. Every day we’ve found a million reasons to feel grateful for one another – for sweet nursing care, for unconditional love, for returning health.
I so like this boy I’ve married. Chicken Pox and all.
Ok, time for more twisted horror novels, slasher films, and fudge.