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Back from Sickness

Hey guys, so sorry about missing Monday, but I have a good excuse, I promise! I was rather sick on Monday, so I guess this is me catching you all up. Since having the stomach flu is pretty gross and self-explanatory, we’ll leave it at that. I had the stomach flu on Monday, it wasn’t fun, and now I’m pretty much better.

I’ll be honest, it wasn’t the worst illness I’ve had, despite what my husband might think, having watched me curled up on the couch all day. No, the worst illness I’ve had to my memory has got to be the one from the almost trip to Ireland. I came down with a stomach virus the morning I was supposed to go on a school trip to Ireland and it really was the worst. I felt so awful, I couldn’t keep anything down and I tried so hard to get on that plane and failed just past security. Don’t get me wrong, Monday was unpleasant, but I had little breaks where my stomach felt pretty okay. With that virus I felt awful all day and it took me two days to get back on my feet. This was nothing compared to that.

That being said, I was not feeling up to blogging Monday morning, at all. I thought about it a couple times,I did, as I laid on the couch watching Mythbusters. I considered bringing the computer over, but just trying to read my iPad was making my stomach hurt, oddly enough, so I figured trying to type was not going to go so well either. So I didn’t do that. I didn’t go to Aunt’s lunch, I didn’t play Pathfinder with my brother and I made my husband stay home from work to take care of me.

I’m not super proud of that last part, but I am super thankful to have such an amazing husband. I know I should have told him it would be okay, that I’d probably just sleep the whole time and he should go to work, but when he asked if I wanted him to stay home with me, how could I resist? Would I have been okay? Probably. I wouldn’t have been making my own tea, or going out to get saltines that I couldn’t eat anyway. I probably would have been miserable on the couch all day by myself, and just slept and mustered up the strength to get a drink probably, and take care of myself like a grown up. Instead I made my husband stay home from work and he took excellent care of me. He made me tea and got me water and watched the cats as they tried to get into my various beverages. He ran out and bought me bottled tea and saltine crackers so I could drink something with calories and put a lid on it so I wouldn’t have to worry about the cats anymore. He sat and watched Mythbusters with me for a couple hours, even though he was super board. He got me whatever I asked for and did whatever I asked him to do and he really is just the most wonderful husband ever.

The hardest part about being sick is not kissing him. That sounds super sappy, but it’s true. I realize that the likelihood of him getting sick from me is like 90% seeing as he lives with me and we share everything, but there is that 10% chance that he won’t get sick and if I can boost that I little by not sharing my spit with him, that’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make. But seriously, you don’t realize how much you’d miss it until you stop. There were times when we’d lean in just out of habit and I would have to stop and pull away because I don’t want to get him sick. And he would give me the sad face, but he saw me on Monday and I’m sure he doesn’t really want that.

So today I’m going to be brave and try eating real food. Yesterday I successfully ate some peanut butter toast and that’s pretty close to real food. I might make a straight peanut butter sandwich today and see how that goes. And probably eat some more crackers because they are actually delicious. And hopefully, as long as that goes well, I’ll feel confident in my ability to eat real people food again. That’s always the hardest part of getting over the flu, I think. The realization that food won’t always make you feel awful. Well, wish me luck! I hope you all have a lovely day, my friends.

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